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nomadic
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2019-01-11
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***
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for as long as I can remember
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I've always been afflicted with wanderlust
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from the very beginning
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wandering in waist-high grass in the train yard
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threatening to run away
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to become lost in the titan machines, slowly rusting towards their demise
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given my father's blessing
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and you were there when the doldrums started
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when I met that accursed brown tumult of hair
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starting the first sparks to stoke the flame
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that would eventually become me
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every day
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I told you I wanted to run away
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and you never listened, did you?
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or maybe you just listened too hard.
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we thought Neocities would be a fresh start
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given a world of our own instead of cookie-cutter templates
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then Lucine made a scene
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and with light the shards teemed
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and freedom just became another pipe dream.
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whether from a genuine need for rebirth
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or easily-triggered boredom, pervading through
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it seems I am destined to never stand still
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to never settle down in one place
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either grow or not
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forever leaving behind link rot
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for the next safe place, I have always sought
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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