My sympathy pains have turned into infection,
while remembering your last inflection of affection,
memorialized in the park I now reflect in.
So if you found beauty in our town of peeling red paint,
then I promise to never coat it with thick black taint,
nor coat it with sugar, instead I'll coat it from the cold.
It's the least I could do after all you've done.
--Dr. Pen Name
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