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50 lines
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>nomadic</b></p>
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<p>published: 1-11-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>for as long as I can remember<br />
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I've always been afflicted with wanderlust</p>
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<p>from the very beginning<br />
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wandering in waist-high grass in the train yard<br />
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threatening to run away<br />
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to become lost in the titan machines, slowly rusting towards their demise<br />
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given my father's blessing</p>
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<p>and you were there when the doldrums started<br />
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when I met that accursed brown tumult of hair<br />
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starting the first sparks to stoke the flame<br />
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that would eventually become me</p>
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<p>every day<br />
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I told you I wanted to run away<br />
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and you never listened, did you?</p>
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<p>or maybe you just listened too hard.</p>
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<p>we thought Neocities would be a fresh start<br />
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given a world of our own instead of cookie-cutter templates<br />
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then Lucine made a scene<br />
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and with light the shards teemed<br />
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and freedom just became another pipe dream.</p>
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<p>whether from a genuine need for rebirth<br />
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or easily-triggered boredom, pervading through<br />
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it seems I am destined to never stand still<br />
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to never settle down in one place</p>
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<p>either grow or not<br />
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forever leaving behind link rot<br />
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for the next safe place, I have always sought</p>
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