Postcards taped to the wall
Albums worth of them
All from various places
One from nearly every state
I wish I was lucky enough
To leave this town
Leave this state
It's boring
Nothing to see
Maybe just for a visit
We all know
I can't truly escape
Even if I did
I'll always end up back here
But that's what polaroids are for
Isn't it?
To capture the moments
When I'm gone
To look back
And reminiscence
On when I had a taste of being free
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
