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For years I’ve walked an in between,
living everywhere and nowhere.

I’ve colored in enough half-lives
to fill three full frames or more
and yet it seems empty;
carrying this full suitcase as I so often do
through yet another crowded station.

Each journey comes
and yet another hearth embraces me
but I always return
to a place of space and silence.

My branches reach wide
and hang heavy with rich flowers and fruit
but I miss the taproot
and a time when I belonged.


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robersrugok
Nov. 2nd, 2011 06:26 am (UTC)
Keep posting stuff like this i really like it

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