This ten minute gap between two rushed buses Spent in a strange, untended park Filled with middle-aged morning exercisers And beedi-smoking homeless young men of this vast, lonely city.
"All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging."
Jeanette Winterson
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really liked this poem about the city and you...
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