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Published: 2003-12-27 07:27:54 +0000 UTC; Views: 92; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 9
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The first drive homeFeels like walking backwards
With an umbrella
Where are my eyes?
You have a little bubble
Never to touch the walls
Floating forgetting freeing
Where are my feet?
The heart is near
I have it in this little box
In my closet
Where are my thoughts?
Clear, in this water
He wades out into the shallows
Arms outstretched
Where are my regrets?
Me, a Rip Van Winkle
This cannot be home
Nothing is the same.
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Comments: 5
sairah [2003-12-28 07:11:12 +0000 UTC]
this is nice. i feel exactly what you mean...good stuff
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Sighger [2003-12-27 07:29:44 +0000 UTC]
When I leave my moms house in arlington.. It feels like im going away to some foreign place for ages!
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Litheba In reply to Sighger [2003-12-29 03:55:50 +0000 UTC]
well, oddly enough, it's when I leave my college that I feel the weirdest lately...
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