But in the cityin which I love you, no one comes, no onemeets me in the brick clefts;in the wedged dark, no finger touches me secretly, no mouthtastes my flawless salt, no one wakens the honey in the cells, finds the hummingin the ribs, the rich business in the recesses;hulls clogged, I continue laden LiYoung Lee
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Thus, in the cityin which I love you,no one comes, no onemeets me in the brick clefts;in the wedged dark,no finger touches me secretly, no mouthtastes my flawless salt,no one wakens the honey in the cells, finds the hummingin the ribs, the rich business in the recesses;hulls clogged, I continue laden. I carry all of my burdens alone. Yet here I am, and here I stay….

Source: The City In Which I Love You

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