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when you go home and see where you will always be safe but never grow
when you return home and know that it will never be that
when you can only see what you've been missing once you see it again
when the grass is greener but the drought makes your bare feet hurt
the past is imprisoned and you're tapping on the glass
the desperate words taste so much sweeter
these urgent calls begging for my freedom
these hands feeling their way over the wall
they long to hold me and brush through my hair
they rip out knots spun by fire tornadoes
rip myself from these hands
rip myself away from the storm
crawl to a basement with no phones or
crawl away from any grass
and surrender myself to the water
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