I dreamt that one day, you and I would go to Rockford,
and you would teach me the way you learned how to play baseball,
and we would find a white colonial house that looked like yours,
and smelled like your kitchen,
and I just wanted you to tell me what it was like before I got here,
that was what it really came down to,
I don't know,
none of this felt like me
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