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__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __

town

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by bookrouge

by bookrouge

i've built my own town

in the place

where i used to wander

where should i sleep

or where should i find home

my feet are numb

and my eyes are tired

i look for a tree where i can rest my body

i see home

with comfortable roof

doors that are open

until i resided here

away from phony

and insincerity

i am now at home

solidarity

i'm in harmony.