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Once I woke at dawn and traveled unlit roads
Once I lived at the edge of it and all
Under the noise and in the gloom
And the cold and the tears
I made bad impressions
Like toilet paper tails that soak up nothing
Yet they drag and flutter without a sound

Once I lived up high and quiet
With a different kind of cold
Then I was frozen out

Now I live in walls and mumbling
But I wake under the sun
And I sleep even after the moon
The road is clear and slow
Many clumps try to make detours
I circle and vere

One day I will wake in light and silence
I will be papered in
And scratchy
I will be splotched and electric
And all I will need will be words