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In. Stuck within. A place, A palace: Home. You're home. Don't stray far. Wondering where it'll take you. Home... It'll take you no where. Here. You're home. A comfort. A place. A sort of-- A green in blue. I gather, A thought or so, A place anew: Dejavu. At hand, A drink or two. A night's cry; A bellow from winds. A thought or so; The thought Of green in blue. How I've been here before. A world, A place, All too familiar. To experience it ever more; Oh, what a world. Here And there, I've been; A place Where no one would go. A sort of world Like Home. Yes, I've been To a place Like home-- Not like yours or mine; But a home. A home, A sort of Green in blue.
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Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 4:31 AM UTC
Cold in the Summer
In. Stuck within. A place, A palace: Home. You're home. Don't stray far. Wondering where it'll take you. Home... It'll take you no where. Here. You're home. A comfort. A place. A sort of-- A green in blue. I gather, A thought or so, A place anew: Dejavu. At hand, A drink or two. A night's cry; A bellow from winds. A thought or so; The thought Of green in blue. How I've been here before. A world, A place, All too familiar. To experience it ever more; Oh, what a world. Here And there, I've been; A place Where no one would go. A sort of world Like Home. Yes, I've been To a place Like home-- Not like yours or mine; But a home. A home, A sort of Green in blue.
A kind of blue to long for the past.
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Foos_h
23/M/Nevada
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 4:31 AM UTC
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