WHERE AM I

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COUNTRY POEMS

What city am I in?
In bed, in your head, you can forget.
Nobody to call on the phone, you're all alone.
I decided to do this, why? You can cry.
A situation not pretty.
A game, it takes a long time to win.
All this places, all these spaces look the same.
No famillar face in sight.
A perpetual night.
A long fight.

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