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SEATTLE

you are my seattle

you are my home

many years i have lived here

but never had i felt so famillar

with the chorus filled streets of wonders

or lean against the historic brick walls

and admire the paved alleys dressed in captivating art

to fall in love with the constant rain

that i used to find repugnant for

until it kisses my skin and speaks to me

gently it says with each rain drop

how important and satisfying it is to have it

the simplest unseen things

you helped me appreciate what i have

passed by everyday to give it more love
than yesterday

that the tiniest spark can create

a magical and soulful imaginative change

that the cracks in the ground can bloom

into something as beautiful as you

no matter how different and how uneasy

the world may mold you

i have made memories and gathered them

to my own dream-filled satisfaction

my city of rain

my city of memories

my seattle

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