Unmoved

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the day was yellow

a day long past

and made still into a photograph

I am unmoved

in tone

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fighting off

the shell of cement around me

and residues from another time

a time of escape

and I am cold again

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if I ever leave this land

I will surely come back

if I never leave

I will never have come

to be anywhere

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to be anywhere

like birds

without the fear of falling

I want to walk the Earth

and embrace the people

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moving still into photographs