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My Atlanta
why does love cram itself into such tight spaces? At first my heart was spacious, had room to renovate, build things, new places. But now there's none, and it hurts more, In store, sorrow. Tomorrow being a new day...possibly living the righteous way....but the ruins from those buildings stand guard like in Great Britian, still smitten by that smile. awhile back that was my sunshine. Now an overcast on my city is all that remains, cuz he left.....which was right, don't get me wrong...pretending to be up when I'm down, tears froma smiling clown...overworked while at play. Reminiscing on a sunny day.
