Today I found myself
thinking very little
Just laughing
Just talking
Just filling a space in my mind
that was common but unique
Just having an experience
that was not manufactured to me,
that had no ticket price
Nor shipping cost.
A life that was my own,
but shared greatly with others
A house that was my home,
but had no fences to be mended
A grave that was my bones,
but had no grieving flowers
A book that was my Tome,
but was only dedication
A path that I did once roam,
but was not the first (nor last) to do so
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