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Something For Emily

I understand the isolation,
   what others call being alone

I understand the silent moments,
   the inner freedom to roam

I understand the derision,
   and the label of being called strange

With each new dawn I most understand
  -the joy in not being the same

(Train To Center City Philadelphia: January, 2015)


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