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i dream about it you know, that green
freedom. unfamiliar streets and faces
i’d never seen. that grey light seemed to tint
the town a color that slowed us to a pace
of memorizing our movements.

i long for it every now and again, a life
that’s reduced to it’s very beginnings, new
dishes in the kitchen, walls empty of frames.
crisp sheets and a dining room that’s filled
only with my fear of this solitude.

i remember walking the streets, in that grey
light. it felt real.