Tale of 2 cities

I love you, Oakland.
You're so good to me.
You're so funny and you shine,
and you make me shine.

Tacoma, think of you less and less.
still hurts a little when I do.

Sometimes you pop up in my weather app.
You look the same as ever.
Dark clouds, rain pouring.

I wish you the best,
I really do.

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