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The Concrete Land

By Anonymous, Frisco, TX

Standing upon my doorstep I turn around and face the city; I face this portion of the world that I am selfish enough to call mine. 

I claim the smog, the shops, the roads, & the buildings that stretch higher and higher as you descend your being even further into this concrete land. 

It is in that moment that I realize I am the buildings, I am that one trying to outdo the other just as Paris must've been trying to outdo New York with their Eiffel Tower. 

I am the novelist competing against the poet, the college applicants who are all rallying for a spot in Yale, I am the clouds fighting against the sun, fighting to conceal my better, brighter, opponent.

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