This is a poem about coming back home.

Listen I love you

Your my addiction

So simple to misread

Like a blind storyteller

I miss you

I can live without a home

But not without you

When i say i miss you

I wana come back home

You made that city special

To that city that loves you

Breathe and get lost

I miss the city

I don’t miss it as much as you

Because you gave me a reason to come home

That city held



And a little bit of madness

Your my addiction

That city i miss you

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