About A City

March 17, 2009
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No place is closer to my heart than Finland
I miss all those memories that I had
those memories that are just too far away from my reach.
I had to walk away from them
and face a million strange and idle foreign eyes
my ears filled with odd languages that are like a thousand needles in my ears.
Fat, hairy city hands buried me into a hole in the ground
a worm hole called Dubai.
Alone and afraid, my lungs fill with sand, dirt and camels
I keep on sinking deeper into the worm hole.

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Emaka said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 10:06 am
Wow, I didn't know you wrote! This is awesome!
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