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Noise of cicadas

Reminds me of Tulsa-- home.

Now come home to me.



The trees reach the sky

And the roots know all my soul,

You left them still there.



Now I am reaching

I return to what I know

And you're far away.



You have built a cave

I thought I'd find you up high

But now I search low.



Moutains and sea depths

I have been to each one twice

And you keep running.



Heaven and Hades

I'll go any direction

Knowing I'm not yours.