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City's Calling

The city that keeps calling me wants me at it's core. It's then I come to wanting there my heart's crave come to bore. Just knowing there's a place of home for special memories kept. A past existing cherished life where all your thoughts have crept. To get there for the satisfaction you only have to feel. You're comfort greater when you're there, the meaning seems more real. A place to stand and look around remembering each action. -To fill your heart with loving warmth and know it's just a fraction.

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