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An Ode to Past Homes
Staring back at a powerless TV.
Empty shelves and barren walls.
What I once called home's now just a memory.
It's a candle flame to us.
Neighbors I never met,
Still don't know me.
Watching me pack from a far.
Aquaintances I met a year ago to the day,
Fade out in rearview of my car.
And so goes life.
Don't get too close.
And so it goes.
Don't get too close.
I should'a seen more than this TV.
Maps of lands I'll never visit.
Shouldn'ta had another beer on University.
Proclaiming the whole thing was shit.
