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Answers part. 3
December 2, 2011, 3:40 am
Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , ,

I stood there in the cold
Trying to remember smells of all the countries I’ve lived in.

Waiting to catch a glimpse of an open door
To all the homes I’ve never had.


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