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9 moves in 8 years. In one place I laid down roots But they were torn up by another c*nt landlord But then, I was never destined for a boring life I always felt that. Adventures and misadventures Tornadoes and rollercoasters Love affairs and melodramas Foreign lands and languages Toes in forbidden territories Showing off forbidden fruits. Cutting ties and spinning high Dancing through and charging in Pausing for a stifling breath Convincing myself of safe untruths Drowning in the comfort of Another's arms or four brick walls Till, wings repaired with itching feet She sweeps me off to lands unknown Ruffling feathers with a warm wind. I feel it may be time again.
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
Shifting Universes
9 moves in 8 years. In one place I laid down roots But they were torn up by another c*nt landlord But then, I was never destined for a boring life I always felt that. Adventures and misadventures Tornadoes and rollercoasters Love affairs and melodramas Foreign lands and languages Toes in forbidden territories Showing off forbidden fruits. Cutting ties and spinning high Dancing through and charging in Pausing for a stifling breath Convincing myself of safe untruths Drowning in the comfort of Another's arms or four brick walls Till, wings repaired with itching feet She sweeps me off to lands unknown Ruffling feathers with a warm wind. I feel it may be time again.
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
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