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There’s a convenience store

With the name ‘price mart’

Scorned in red across the front.

The city holds a spectrum

From white junkies,

To the number 61 cafe

Plastered with fairy lights

And a voice that cries

Please help me

On a Sunday morning.

This place smells of sex

And cheap perfume

A city I found

But wish I’d left way behind

Love is lost here

Bound between it’s god forsaken walls

Built with marshes and,

A Slowly decaying mould

I’d run, ask for a map,

dial any god damn number

But how can I be lost

In a place where I was found?

- Cgm

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