My City… Tis of thee

I prowl your streets. Sometimes alone, sometimes in the pack, but always howling. I both love and violate you with ink and film, kisses and urine. I have seen your beauty and photographed your gaping wounds.

Sometimes my love for you makes me nauseous, afraid.

But it is love all the same.

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