my city not only stretches,
it grows upwards like a flower towards the sun,
and it digs into the ground like an anchor in the dirty sea.
i wonder when and i wonder where
will my body become the city?
my eyes are ponds,
my fingers are the street lamps, tips lit at 3am.
i could say more, but i won't.
i just want my smile to be the sun that keeps this place alive.
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