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Welome to the lounge. A place to relax read some good poetry, and for once look at the big picture. Something that needs
to be examined. I don't know the future of this place, and I don't really care. This is the calm space, I've been looking
for.
***Updates***
-Added a new picture, trying to figure out a way to link all my poems on seperate browsers, e-mail me if you know a way.
-First day, grand opening is a hope, not a need.
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Fresh air
Passenger seat
The Highway.
Still and yet, sudden.
Shrouded by rain
Is a road not forgotten.
All the torment and the pain,
Forgotten, forgotten.
We drive in circles forward,
Time progressing, never ending,
On the passenger side, past flies by.
A drive to a calling or sending
We curve off the bridge without a cry,
Sending, sending.
A Hymn for the truth.
Docile as the clouds we fall,
Docile as the clouds we fall
On the passenger side.
--Alex Tomarelli
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