
My hands cup my tears
I always come back to you
You make me smile
Life is a gift
no one deserves
to lose.
One hundred murders
were committed
in my city this year.
One hundred humans
deserving of rights
were killed
in my city
this year.
Clock ticking
impatiently waiting
for 3:15
to strike.
Last class
smiles ringing across
the room, eyes
never leave
the time.
Laughter fills
the last day
of the week,
Comments
I love these old city photos! i've seen a few other ones too that I really liked by you. keep it up!
thank you so much!!
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