Thanks, you certainly served a purpose, but now I'm glad you've gone.
What thinks me of my life?
Nomading about like this
Somtimes I feel at home
but then it's time to go
and I'm shaken like a snow dome
It takes
a while
for the flakes
to settle.
Someone elses knives and forks
Someone elses pillow
Fumbling with a thousand keys
jojobee
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