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Dec 2016
Living in the shadows
Coming out at night
Working your way to the shallows
But only when out of sight

Crawling through the corridors
I see people near
They are all foreigners
But they will never know Im here

This is my land
No one must see
It's pathetic but its grand
And it belongs to me

Collecting every treasure
And every memory
I do this for pleasure
And to create some thing extraordinary

I'm alone so solemnly
But only if every one knew
They strike up my curiosity
And inspire me to create too

This is my land
No one must see
It's pathetic but its grand
And it belongs to me

One day it will be time
To stop being disconnected
I hope for it to be sublime
I want to show them how much of me they have effected

I will one day come out of the dark
And show off every thing for people to see
I will try and make my mark
And show them what they mean to me

This is my land
But I want you to see
It's pathetic but its grand
I hope it means as much to you as it does to me
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
(Canada)   
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