I want my steps to remind me
of those who have lived before me.
I want the daily wear and tear of
chipped paint, grown in trees, and
a missing brick or two.
I want the sidewalks to be littered with people
day and night
and I want the evenings to be filled with
excitement.
I want the city.
I want my street to remind me
of those who have lived before me.
I want
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