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Sep 2013
they've got flavored iced coffee
that changes with the seasons
and a breeze in the fall,
so easy to fall in love with
it'll steal the cigarette smoke
from your fingers tips
and twirl it into the air
above you like a shaken
water globe
and they've got open mic nights
on saturdays,
always played by my best friends
always attended by everyone
i don't think that i'm home sick
unless home is the warmth of a hand
reaching over my shoulder to
make sense of the fear inside of my head...
in which case
yes
i'm home sick
to the sickest degree
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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