"from within these four walls, i can go anywhere.
my closet
my solitude
my bus ticket to any time, any place
so i handed it to the driver and smiling,
said "take me down memory lane"
and so we drove to a time
when youthful naivete would have me believe
that all was well in the world"
Excerpt, "Thunder" by mjttomb
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