The city…

a
city
has
a
life
of
its
own
the
streets
the
buildings
interact
with
humans
but
are
separate
the
trees
the
lake
the
parks
all
have
personal
and
secret
lives
that
have
noting
to
do
with
us
but
we
do
have
a
symbiotic
relationship
and
without
us
the
skyscrapers
I
adore
would
die
the
streets
woud
crumble
and
be
taken
over
by
prairie
grass
as
things
reverted
back
to
their
natural
state

 

but
something
somewhere
would
never
forget
what
we
were
to
each
other

 

because
love
never
dies

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