Saturday, 20 June 2009

I'm leaving home.

I was born in this place.
I was born here and raised.
And now I'm leaving home,
'Cause home's not the place I know.

I'm searching for a place
To sow my seeds of disgrace.
And from them may grow
The stems of feelings I know.

I want to love. I want to feel.
I want to forget we insist this is real.
I'm not imperfect, but I'm not far off.
I seek clearer air. I want to shake my cough.

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