Sun, 01/19/2020 - 02:30 -- quuyc

The Seattle Skyline at Half Past Three.

It never meant that much to me.

The Seattle Skyline at Six'till Four.

I've never wanted so much more.

The Seattle Skyline breaks me down.

Chief Sealth cursed me and this town.

The Seattle Skyline hurts me so.

It scrapes the skies and cries "Let go!"

The Seattle Skyline at Four Oh Eight.

My current state evokes a hate.

The Seattle Skyline at Six PM.

"You're not allowed to be with them."

This poem is about: 
My family


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