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to you, good city, i offer a toast.
for breaking down the things whose strength i never questioned.
for throwing my friends around in the figurative dark alleys of their heads. for wearing them thin.
for the sweeping changes you've brought to me by simply standing still.
for helping me disconnect. for your barbed wire language barrier.
for crashing my plane into this rainforest jungle. for leaving me sweating and dirty.
for laughing at me from above in your clean concrete suit.
for winning a battle i didn't know i was fighting. but i like to think i give credit where credit is due.
to you, good city, i pose the question:
if not to you, then to whom do me and my memories belong?