I love symbols,
As much as the nations.
The lords of travel complain
Of the symbols on the highways,
But I do not.
I am alone with the night and city,
While the forgetting is done.
Symbols of criminals light up,
Fully transported, of the love.
Feet are sore as they travel
On the journey that some forgive,
Some forget.
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