I would take you to the spot by the lake
where I used to sit smoking as a teenager
hiding from the world
and on the walk back to town
I would show you
my favourite playground
in my childhood neighborhood
the house I wanted to live in
and the one next to it where no one does
I would walk you along the route
to my old school
show every corner with a story attached
and we'd write our own
on the faded streets
of this dying, darling town
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