Somewhere

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A rugged man squats painting teardrop onto blades of grass Behind him chases the sun, he barely escapes its light “ I worry I must hurry for this night is running low.” And the man paints faster
Nowhere Traveling here from somewhere Wanting to be something from somewhere Knowing someone from somewhere Where are you from? I'm from somewhere
Somewhere, oh somewhere A place where I can go To have a stranger become a friend Or a whisper become a voice.   I long for the day When I can find a pair of hands To help me with my work
Lets go somewhere
The faces fade to ash Photographs discolored to the sickly yellow Of rotting buttercups and stagnant sunlight Captured in dust-coated rooms   Disintegrating into something less than nothing
There are worlds beyond the tips of my fingers— Ones that I can barely brush. Built of thumbprints and slant faces and closed mouths, Withholding what is never be spoken of.  
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