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I find myself here again, the place after the ride, the drive, the walk, the run I know this is the place because I see a man, stopped in a car he drives away when my gaze meets his as men in cars should So I fill the position he vacates I stop my (bike) and I am here the (corner) of the (streets) with the (sidewalk) and the (flowers) and the unimportant coordinates less important, even, than the (layers of stones) fencing the (yard) But I am here, I brought myself here not to get away from anything, but wholly to get away
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
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I find myself here again, the place after the ride, the drive, the walk, the run I know this is the place because I see a man, stopped in a car he drives away when my gaze meets his as men in cars should So I fill the position he vacates I stop my (bike) and I am here the (corner) of the (streets) with the (sidewalk) and the (flowers) and the unimportant coordinates less important, even, than the (layers of stones) fencing the (yard) But I am here, I brought myself here not to get away from anything, but wholly to get away
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
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