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May 2012
I am a tourist
In the waking world
My only home
Is in my dreams
I only feel grounded
When you kiss me
In the quietly blissful
World of sleep
For once, I feel
Belonging, connecition
I feel at home
While I sleep
But when I wake
(And unfortunately,
I always do)
Reality returns
And I forever remain
a tourist.
Gracie Ghost
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Gracie Ghost
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