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A room full of people I don't know,
a magic marker,
a T.V. show,
my brand new boots
covered in snow,
his place . . .
since I have nowhere else to go
Another secret
I'm forced to keep,
another lake where I
swim too deep,
my mother's car horn
still doesn't beep,
and I came home early
to be fast asleep
I lay in my bed,
glance at these polaroids with a sigh,
hold my breath,
stifle a cry,
has it been a year
that's gone by?
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