I Cannot Find My Way Home

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    The Light Is Dying, And I Can't Find My Way Home

    My feet pound an even rhythm on the concrete, my thylacine-like companion silently padding beside me. We walk for hours, circling, looking for an opening. We find nothing, no door, no portal to where I am called.   When I was very young, the world sang with endless...
    grendelan grendelan
    46-50, M
    1 Response Nov 22, 2009
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