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Living in the center, I can't feel it yet, but I know it is coming.
Impact.
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A long walk takes me here:
To a chair.
Four legs,
Standing still,
Facing the sea,
Of Galilee.
It’s hard to mark..
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Please don’t look for me.
- I am not trying to be found.
Please don’t find me.
- I need to be lost.
Lost is where I find ..
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This is written for my friends who live exactly halfway around the world from where I am now.
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Tears in my eyes as I tell you,
My feet have grown so far from me.
To think: At birth I was so small.
Despite my size,
Nothing ever ..
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Let me make you feel.
You make me feel electric.
Blue Neon,
Lost in a sea.
My stomach Squirms,
Butterflies to the touch.
-touch..
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Blue.
The walls are blue.
-Were blue.
Now, the paint chips.
This used to be a house of god.
No one lives here now.
..
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Finally,
I am over
you.
I wake up in a good mood.
I have a smile on my face.
I can say to myself,
“I am over you”...
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Snow.
Snow in waves.
Snow in
sheets.
Snow in
one direction,
And in the other.
Snow that
makes us stay inside all day.
Becau..
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Lets be friends.
Lets put it all behind us.
We can pretend it never happened.
I can lie to myself. Can you?
We can save th..
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