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ClairE
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I can't think of anywhere better than New_York. Or even Nyack.
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littleidiot
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my bubble.
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child of divorce
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that got sold a long time ago
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Annie111
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Nyack is that place inside me that is always fall, always Sunday night, always love, love, love.
What would I do without her? Weep, weep, weep. I can't even go without her for a month. Home is a lovely cradle of a word.
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god
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floating, bumping
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overunder
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noses
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bobthebumb
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meow
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040315
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we'll have an open room here soon
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040315
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Co-existing with reptiles fish and escargo
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comfy, cozy, no one bothers me, nobody interferes with my zone
that is my home
soft, fluffy pillows, comforters, electronic equipment for sound and vision
i'm comfy now
I must be home
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once again
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It's full of cracked concrete and windy back roads. There's gullies in the hills where they all erode. The houses are old and they mumble and creak. The resevoir up in the hills that shimmers like a large firey streak. It's dull and it's crude and it very slow, but it's memories and laughter and always my home.
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