I wanted to build my house
on a patch of grass you've never seen.
You've already said the name out loud
of all the towns worth living in
to your boss to your brother
in a taxi in a bar.
The closest town to where
your car once broke down
and you finally got home.
Five years later, I'm there,
and the man at the drug store
sounds a bit like you.
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