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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