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An Ode To 26/7
As if the city is remembering,
It’s old wounds,
When she was drowning,
With hope, love, dreams,
And everything else.
As if the city wants us to remember,
The day it stopped,
With only the sound of waves,
With only the sound of thunder,
Reverberating throughout.
As if the city wants us to remember,
The spirit we all have,
But might have forgotten,
Which keeps the city running,
Which keeps the dreams alive,
Along with everyone else.
