Yes, it has

This city has become you, dearest lover, even though you’ve never been here.
Under the willows of wanting you, I have become one with this city.
The hurried footsteps in its anxious trains,
The empty chatter in the distant skyline,
The trees that look so forgetful,
dearest lover,
These are you.

It doesn’t matter you’ve never been here.
I am you now, in this city.


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