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Oasis

Home.
The oasis in the sandy desert of a suburban wasteland.
Crowds of people around but loneliness doesn’t go unseen.
Heading to the place more familiar to these eyes than the empty seat next to me.
Although there are less people here I am less alone.
Home sweet home.

Oasis

Home.
The oasis in the sandy desert of a suburban wasteland.
Crowds of people around but loneliness doesn’t go unseen.
Heading to the place more familiar to these eyes than the empty seat next to me.
Although there are less people here I am less alone.
Home sweet home.

Tara Hughes, 21

Bellevue

 
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