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 Nov 2015 Caroline Lee
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All I know at the end of the day is you want what you want
and you say what you say, and you follow your heart
even though it'll break sometimes. All I know at the end of the day
is you love who you love, there ain't no other way.
A car is a coffin for popcorn
lost in the back seat

we've driven to Land's End
& are standing at the crossroads

between destinations
I'm twelve or fourteen, I can't remember

on holiday from starched uniforms
blazing red & pins & needles-ridden morning assemblies

I'm not yet a European
not yet a Third Culture Kid

longing for cans of baked beans
whilst sampling new delights

my heart is still intact,
my soul is full of hope & dreams

& my hair is long, the way
mother & society wanted it

the signpost is pointing to America
now my lost hope
Land's End is a place by the Sea in Cornwall, England & often visited as the Western most point of England & has a signpost there that tourists like to photograph themselves with, pointing to places like New York & saying the number of miles between it & England.
I'm feeling in tune with myself
Hand me a pen
Let it write away my deepest apologies
And confess all my sins.

Let this black ink stir rhythm
And sing to your soul
Dropping you to your knees
Forfeiting your control.

It's curving and twisting
All around this notepad
Telling you things about myself
That I never would have said.
I am feeling gold
tactless Mozart: sacrilege
religious thunder
What made someone fall in love with you is often what made them fall out of love with you.
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