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notes/poetry drafts- belonging elsewhere?
Taking in the times
I wore gypsy dresses and made friends
with mobile people
self-inflicted pain
of knowing
and saying goodbye
The silence of cicadas
walking nameless places
alone with my shadow
taking in faceless faces
in this place i feel 14
everyone has started life
but im standing back
looking back.
runaway train
one way track
spinnings not the same
without
your arms open wide
looking to the sky
now what are these days coming to?
its nice to know you
i just realised everyone dies along with me
everyone needs to see the sun
even for a short time
