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A place in the globe

(Or a space in the world?)

To see life come to live

In a way unseen before. 

No doubts, no reason to folly

Only occupants of a nook

Come to terms with a heart. 

The freedom of a cosy place,

In the depths of your own thoughts

Could there be a better way to be 

at home?
Familiar sounds blur on

The dreaded music of an innocence,

An innocence that matured 

with the passing of the wind. 

And when the wind blows again

To remind you of an innocence,

You look for anchors to sink your feelings in.

It’s all a dull thud 

With strange peaks to mark it. 

It’s all about the grounding 

Of a desolate seeing.


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