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i was born without a compass in my head so the realities maps relate never quite sink in

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i was born

without a compass

in my head

so the realities

maps relate never

quite sink in;

you mean north

doesn’t always feel

like going uphill,

and south isn’t

somehow at the

bottom of every valley?

i was thirty

before i could

remember which way

the numbered streets ran;

turn left at

the corner to

drive off into

the sunset.

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