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is when you play your mother’s
favorite song, in a strange city.
The cement road tickles like sun-kissed grass.
is who you see in the mirror
every time tears run without permission.
In the salted blur, you can taste sweet blueberries.
is what the sun carries
oceans away, the love that nurtured you
basks you in warm wishes from the land of pines.
is how the city’s lights flicker when you’re
in the mountains, if you squint—
Imagine, in your reach, reflection of a galaxy.
is where white flowers peek through
cracks on a brick pavement.
Different lives, but same life—
a foreign land, yet one sky.
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