When Leaving The City


United States
33° 15' 1.8936" N, 96° 37' 54.2856" W

I feel no pity.
Not even a little bit
To leave the city
In which I
With my existence
Didn't bring the light,
Didn't love the stranger,
therefore, this place has nothing
I would consider mine.
No regrets...
Yet, I still would like
To stroke with my stranger hand
From the rocky pavement
Surfaced buds of their land


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