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Mar 2011
Where in this world are you?
Are you standing over a chipped blue sink, brushing your teeth?
Are you carrying flowers home on your bicycle?
Are you sitting in sunlight pretending to read a book?
Or maybe you’re deeply asleep, forgetting about existence for a time,
Or sitting in a café seeing beautiful words swirl and drown in your café au lait.
Are you wondering where I am too?
I’m here, don’t you sense me yet?
Stuck in this city of concrete and palms,
Dreaming of a smile I’ve never seen.
Where are you?
Lauren Groom
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