The magic of this city is partially in leaving it.
Taking a train to a girl with a car-
and traveling to a shoreline with concrete graffiti beaches & salty air.
You are so far from the urban yet encased in the radical.
You sit on a log & let the sun discover freckles on your face.
You drink gluten-free beer and dream of shanty towns.
Watch the fog roll in and hide all the bridges back to your home.
Taking a train to a girl with a car-
and traveling to a shoreline with concrete graffiti beaches & salty air.
You are so far from the urban yet encased in the radical.
You sit on a log & let the sun discover freckles on your face.
You drink gluten-free beer and dream of shanty towns.
Watch the fog roll in and hide all the bridges back to your home.
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