i wish i were in seattle right now, sitting on a bench by the docks,
no home to go to.
listening to fleet foxes, watching the sunset,
smelling that fishy ocean breeze, i don't even care.
i'll sleep on the bench if i have to, rubbing my hands together occasionally for warmth, comfort, and human contact.
even if i were to freeze to death in my sleep, i would die happy,
because i miss that city more than i will ever miss anyone.
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