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Mar 2017
When my thoughts run away with me
And I don't know which way I should go

Once I receive the insignificance I so badly wanted
And all I want, is to be left alone

When every corner of my existence is thick with dust
Having flooded my mind, this temporary home

I find his words alive again, and I am reminded
That I must decide once more to go home
Who says you can't? Not him. For he answers all questions. And cleans more perfectly than I ever could. (:
Colm
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Colm
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