Sunday, March 19, 2017
Terminal
I just wanted to be far from here,
where I could lay,
and be still,
with books,
and sky,
and rain,
and things that felt very different from here,
and here,
and here,
tick, tick, tick,
and at once,
I saw the escalator,
and the fog
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