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Poetry

Pittsburgh

When I open my eyes

I think that it’s lies

That all these cries

Come from despise

That all these dead lives

Come from terrorize

 

I want to hide

But I know deep inside

That this is my family

This is my pride

 

These are the brothers and sisters of mine

The back to my spine

The ten of my dime

But now all I can do is sit still and whine

Because I can’t get back

Oh that precious time

 

How could they die

That blue to gray sky

I wish I could say

That one last goodbye

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