When I die; does anyone else die with me.
Living and breathing ...Where it feels like home.
If my vision ever fails me,
It will be in equanimity.
I won't go to Vancouver or be told to.
Neither will I venture to Toronto because I should.
I'm in Winnipeg.
Because it's where I belong.
Not the land of milk and honey.
But the ruins of a private concern.
This is every corner of my polygon.
My mind in every impregnated thought.
A sensitive type of indemnity.
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