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Jan 2014
Carry me through the grocery store,
the maze of aisles a hundred times, a thousand,
until it feels like home,
until I don't know anything but a haggard hollow soul wandering through.
The cow moos, the vegetables flip and sing
and I don't want anything
anything
but the ice cream outside the door.
Written by
Erica Laughton  America
(America)   
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