this city
- B. N. Wattenbarger
- Oct 9, 2019
- 1 min read
this city feeds off dreams:
eats them, swallows them whole.
i carry every step
i have ever taken forward
as a blister on my heels
i've never earned a trophy
that wasn't coated in my blood
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