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Nov 2017
I close my eyes and believe
I am anywhere but here.
There is an ocean outside of my window,
crying my name.
The windchimes call me to the dark water;
my soul reaches back

and I am lulled to sleep.
But I am everywhere but there,
still in this windy town,
begging for her to knock the walls
of this tired house down.
Written by
Irene  23/F/USA
(23/F/USA)   
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     ryn, --- and Toriana
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