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The Old

by jesse-salgado

I'm on a different continent now, Seeing eyes through a different world, This place is so loud with personality, Yet so quiet with adventure. I'm in a new world now, Fighting the thoughts of the Old, It's as if you are around every corner, Yet I feel I've left you behind. I've inhaled the eclectic air again, Green with distraction I happily forget you, Words do not describe the anguish I feel, Words only give the illusion of happiness. I swallowed fire water last night, I realize that you did this to me, Concrete is mixing with my blood, As my heart grows heavy with remorse. I see through new glasses, where colors collide and action is clear, This world is thick with new hope, Yet I find myself still wanting to hope for The Old.
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Nov 2, 2011
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