It's not me, it's you

I don't love your rent, I don't love your rain, I don't love the feelings of poverty's pain, I don't miss the damp basements, spiders and mice, I don't miss this city's attitude or price, I'm sorry about the closing of my favorite dives, I'm sorry community means cookie-cutter lives, I sometimes dream of returning to my old hood, But only to see an old love who treated me like you did Vancouver; Not good.

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Feb 23, 2018 at 1:30pm

Usually I hate the poetry in here, but that was pretty good.

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