The City of the Crow

We're still counting the minutes on fingers broken long ago1

And we still walk these streets like they're our own2

Our families long forgotten, tied to the unknown3

Because leaving is a forfeit when we haven't begun to grow4

Buses that steal us can only have flown5

From the city of wonders, The City of the Crow6

Author notes

The first line was stuck in my head, so I made something out of it :]

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