quiet murmur in the lobby
villa bathroom, bright and empty
abandoned parking garage in the fall
water dripping on the prison floor
big train station, rushing hours
forest valley, lasers in the sky
wine cellar hidden under high school gym
summer rain like drums, open field
memories bottled-up n the sounds
traveling through my mind in and out
sitting back on the couch I recall
every strange distant space you felt home
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