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Dec 2012
The room I once slept in seems so small
The buildings too familiar
The sky not so tall
The airs seems stiller, no excitement lingers
The piano disjointed
At the touch of my fingers
And though this is the place I once longed to be
Here once again
I just don't feel like me
It's filled full of memories, but full to the brim
So the spaces of new memories
Have no space to fit in
And having longed to return here I now long to leave
What once was a resting place
Is now a reprieve


But I'll stay here awhile, before I depart
From the place that once was
to the place that now is
the place in my heart
Written by
Emma  Sheffield
(Sheffield)   
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