back home, the cold left outside. can i handle?
i left my thoughts as they were, untended.
all the lines come to meet at one point, all the ways lead to Rome.
faces with words attached, like memories from long time, whirl up in smoke of the moment. remember. where do they come from?
i feel a why coming.
give the time time.
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