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Just the Other End of the Block


Corners marked the boundaries of

A seven-year lifetime, edges

Beyond which even the air was foreign.

Ceaseless wanderlust led down alleys

And through darkened backyards,

But never across the formal lines

Between me and the terrors that lived

On the other side of their street.
 

- David W. Mitchell
 

to David   /  to Moongate
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