Updated: Jan 24, 2024
The city of my youth.
I've been loyal to you. I visited.
I told my children about you.
Kept every moment
alive in my heart.
You,
Changed.
Forgot me.
Replacing my memories,
with new buildings.
Did it even happen?
I thought to say a few words the day we buried you. But how am I to reduce a person like you to a few sentences? and the words, the words...
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