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Dec 2011
Back home where the air
breathes impatient aromas
of the wild west

Back to the family who
can never love you
as much as they’ve missed you

How you doing?
Where you been?
It looks like no one has
moved, same old
they’re all wearing the
same outfit
as the day you left

But you disappeared
you were the étrangère
you drank their water
you made a new life
maybe it’s in the water

And when someone asks
How was it?
And you have no words
you have your skin
and where your skin has been

And when someone says
You’ve changed
don't forget
they haven’t seen miracles
Lindsey Bartlett
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Lindsey Bartlett
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   Samuel and K Balachandran
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