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I almost remember

Its a tickle in the

Back of my throat

A taste on the tip

Of my tongue

That never quite left me

That never quite let go

That I can never quite obey

It's a good thought

Hour-old coffee

And daydreaming-produced nostalgia



I want

To loosen new chains

Find old friends

And

My way back home

How do I get there?

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REALLY GOOD WORK, I LOVER YOUR POEMS