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I remember Los Angeles.
I remember the souls lost in pursuit of a dream —
or the green
we sometimes call cream.
Dreams are lost in the screams of passion.
Always fading from fashion -
trying to stay relevant, everlasting.
But look to the sky and untrain your eye —
relish in your story, even if it’s a lie.
The shoes that hang make you remember why we always try —
it’s all for a memory we want to reapply.
Let out your sigh —
don’t forget why.
We will always cry for that we even tried.
Call it dry, fall to your knees —
that’s just love and life in Los Ang-eles.
June 12, 2022