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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

never been home

The road finds my feet.
My secrets kept
the space between.
Not wide nor thin,
just enough to miss.
Taste of breath
replaced the kiss.

As comfy as it seemed
there's other wheres to be.

If you'll agree
then walk with me.
We are free
to come and go.
The world is big
and draws me in
but nomatter where
i have been
I've never been home.

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