unknown
Close to the bone
Yet so far from home
Wrought iron fences
Spring wind dried sheets
Angel food cake cools
in the window
Red earth pressed
into the tread
of my sneaks
I settle here
And Travel there
But never felt
at home anywhwer
Yet so far from home
Wrought iron fences
Spring wind dried sheets
Angel food cake cools
in the window
Red earth pressed
into the tread
of my sneaks
I settle here
And Travel there
But never felt
at home anywhwer
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