City

Taking my first steps out into the city
A slight brisk breeze flows through the crowd of people
Everyone is chatting
Distant dogs barking 
The smell of smoke, gas lingers the air
It's musty, with trash decorating the sidewalks
Everyone is on a mission
A couple miles out
The country waits
I want to go home.
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Charlize B

VT

18 years old

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