The topic for this one was to write about being somewhere not here, not now.
Everyone has a different idea of where this is, and I like that, so if you have an idea, talk to me. 
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Lost and Rearranged. My mind is going insane.
Please someone save me from here. This feeling’s nothing short of fear.
I mourn for street lights, my first sign of civilization. My mind, is trapped in isolation.
My weary legs, drudging on. This dust is my only lawn.
I’ve been here too many years to count. Up in the sky, my sanity has seemed to mount.
I would plead to be rescued from this place. But i have no longing; Earth in my mind, there is not a trace.
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