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May 2015
the past is a foreign land
and no planes are flying out
tonight.
at least the airport has
a starbucks.

I am a stranger here, although my past is
like the eye of sauron watching me.

the past is not a happy place it is not comforting it is not
wonderland
but I am trapped in it.

at least
there is
a starbucks.
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