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Mar 2016
Sorry, I’m just feeling a little lost
Please ground me.

Everywhere reminds me of home
Everywhere is strange
Every bird call is a galah or a crow and
Everyone drives on the wrong side of the road.

Remind me of the time we went to the beach
And all of us had the same waves crashing
On the shores of our dreams
How we all had the same sand
In our shoes,

Remind me of the mosquitoes
And how we made a game of
Waiting like crocodiles before
Snapping them between our palms,

Remind me of snow on the gables
Gothic cathedrals and cobblestones
And how you can’t help but laugh when I
Order us mulled wine in Polish,

Remind me that I have hands
That can write things
Remind me that I have feet
And can always walk somewhere new,
If I get bored
Or Lonely.
E A Bookish
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E A Bookish  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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   ---, Got Guanxi and Sisilia
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