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I found you not between four walls that sang me cradle song It is not there that i found peace, I do not there belong. My heart rejoices, shivers, smiles just by the thought of home, A mystery so juvenile like mist around you roam. I still remember clearly sounds when under bridge we were, The voices of my friends and smell of running stream deter, The time that passed. And so they linger somewhere in the back, As if they wait for me to close my eyes and inside crack. Yet if you ask me what graffiti decorate the place, Or what's the color of the sofa or how big's the space. I wouldn't know to tell you now, the time has painted through, And all that's left are joyful feelings that a child once knew. Peter Rangus, 16.9.2015