I know... this is late...
moment soil touched sole/
roots started to grow/
& you'll always be home/
my city, my space of sane insanity,
change all you want/
always be the same amount of strange/
got you memorized like a lovers face/
know your style, figured out your pace/
couldn't picture myself not wrapped in your embrace/
gave me my name & found my voice in this place/
sure I got complaints, there's flaws that can't be erased/
but your cracks can't detract from your gaudy sense of grace/
my heaven, shangri-la, my element, my stage/
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