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I spent most of college





and all I have to show for it

is this page

there is a part of my city

that no one sings songs about

that no one makes films about

that no one writes poems about

this is home for me

this is home

my mother's deepest fears

are the memories I hold dear

at first it is bright

colorful and piquant

breathe in its vivacity

swallow its verve

but let it age

and you will find

the ruby give way

for an amber hue

those distinct notes

blur altogether

until you cannot taste the fruit

but time itself

i was so afraid of flaming out

that i failed to ever burn

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