the ever long

Its is curious how the city becomes I. How what is mine seems not to vanish even though am so far away from it.

Yet there is nothing but that which I left.

Hedonism and that is what I have of this city, friends and that, sure. I identify.

It is my people whether they say hi and I snob’em.

Yes, I have become the one again with it.

My whole destiny.

It feels good, back to you, amazed and’am notdazed.

I am you Tijuana.

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