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Being confused and lost

The city present itself with all its doubtful glory But when you look closely things turn out differently This is the way things are They are not what you think More like a mixed cocktail The winter keeps the smell

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The hated house

Every day is the same People walking by outside Not taking notice of the hated house The owner want it gone, but the city wants it to stay since it been that way For more than hundred years So they

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Posted in Chess, Conflict, House, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Question, The city