these are not my people I should never have come here

Monday, August 9, 2010

We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view

"Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you"- Tangled up in Blue, Bob Dylan

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