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Aug 16
Eyes glance into each other -
These souls, they don't understand
They watch you wade into those dark waters...
"Where are you going?" They ask.
"Home" you said, in a matter-of-fact tone
Knowing where you go, you head out
Alone.
Elemenohp
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Elemenohp  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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