My City,
I love her,
after a night rain her streets shine,
like hair after a shower,
cherry blossoms,
bring color to her cheeks,
with luscious greenery,
she holds elegance in every breath,
I hear her sing in the wind,
to the beat of traffic,
she's got a flavor,
like industrial nutmeg,
I can't escape her embrace,
her face found familiar,
I love her,
Portlandia.
I sat in my cell, watching winter give way to spring. Rain, and rain, and I never missed it more.
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