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Spoonboy - California
If you had told me that home would become the elusive pot of gold as soon as I set foot towards one end or another of this fading rainbow I still would have left. Because maybe I like it that way, hunting hope instead of hiding from familiarity. And feet are tired, and maybe my face looks long, and my back is sore, and yes my heart is heavier than before… But oh to be free, even if it’s only free to choose which bars I sleep behind, instead of letting some other thing hold my key.