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the neighborhood--update


I walked down the corridor
at seven this morn
I quietly knocked at your door.
turned away
”Too early''
you say.
Smell of coffee
freshly brewed
not too early for you.

I don't fit in this place
there is no connection
with one into two
I am the third face
looking through a window pane
never a part of anything
it''s time to find my own,
I need to go back home..

Editing stage: 


you set the pace and it feels like a Sunday morning. I don't know what prompted this one, but it feels like lonely.
You always make me feel. ~ Gee

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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I always write from experience.

Thanks, Gee.


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