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Aug 2015
I've never liked video games
But I'm mashing the touch screen
Just to reach your side
The boss that keeps me safe
Brings new danger from the side I play
I missed the bus, the train, the taxi
For this wild goose chase, desperate display
I've never liked video games
But it's the closest I'll get so I can't complain
Like a mother visits prison
To speak to a child through partition
I've never liked using the phone
But I'm stroking the dials just for a chance
I'll touch you once

Is this feeling homesickness or just wanderlust?
No matter, you're still
Obvious to me
Is this pining for greener pastures?
Or where I'm meant to be
No matter what though
You make sense to me
Reading the back of my hand
Could I make it there without a map?
Fernweh is farsickness, but what is far is home
Until then I caress planes of glass
Triple glazing forms an ocean
A personal one
Mokomboso
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Mokomboso  In the junge somewhere
(In the junge somewhere)   
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