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Jan 2012
Coming home, I feel I’m a fan
on the stage of an amped up rock show
in front of a hyped up crowd, about to dive –
will you promise to catch me
before my jump turns into a fall?
Carry me over your wavelike faces,
your hands holding me, floating me over to
the dance floor with you
all.
wrote this before I visited home for Christmas, after a year of living far away
Brettin Casie
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