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This city

Érica Alves, Brazil

November 14th
I was safe
but I was there
The day after
In the airport
the queues were long
people were crying
Riding through the highway
the Stadium
that’s where
this is probably the safest place
to be on earth right now
it all boils down to those damn
frat kids
such fine cheese
at the little palace
how delightful to meet you
too
in my room
a phone
on the bed
written
Tide Jewel
I wondered if
it was some sort of white rabbit
I hadn’t yet followed
I read the leaflets
took my time to take a rest
there I was
Paris was right outside
and all I wanted was

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