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i am the city This story may contain adult content.

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Written by Kaija Alexandra Thom

Monday, 31 March 2008

i am the city the carton in my pocket has started its own religion-- i need a smoke while i search through these old shopping bags. i'm listening to some strung out bird on the corner, ****, i'll look for faith anywhere i can. i used to read scripture, back east. just me and jesus beneath the apple trees. i'm scared i've become a piece of the city, cause the city's become a piece of me. Copyright 2008 Kaija Alexandra Thom Keyword: city fear urban drug abuse prose Report this story | Add to Favorites | Send to Friends | Author's Profile No Comments posted Comments (3) Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-31 12:35:07 touching short and to the point. cities do seem to have their own personalities, and they tend to be forceful. + Report this comment Posted by the Processor 2008-06-13 11:01:10 ... very descriptive for such a short piece..I like this one + Report this comment Posted by Zombie Punk 2008-08-07 11:15:41 .... Yes, short and to the point. I wish I could live in the city, though. Suburbs are so boring! hehe I thought the title was a great choice for this. Excellent work! + Report this comment Post a comment Post a comment

 

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