there i was
the boy i used to be
do i still want what he was
am i missing what he had
or have i moved homes
and taken him with me
were the wooden floors are cold
where the walls hold my hands
where the doors keep me inside
where i can hide and be foundis this what i have become
p.farris
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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