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stormy nights.

6/12/2016

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i am back on these streets
under this lamplight
feeling a familiar dread
of this filthy place i swore
i would never return
perhaps an unrealistic vow, but
at one time the feeble attempt
to protect a soul
so fragile
perhaps she returns stronger
better
free
there is nausea in the remembrance
of each bend in the road
the dim lights of houses i would never afford
the busy chatter of people i would never know
and yet i remember
worst yet
is that through the dark and rainy night
i think this dirty city
recognizes me too
but she is stronger now
she is better now
she is free (to leave).
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