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By Ali Date: 2001 May 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.20.18.16.13062]] |
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It slipped from your grasp, as it never knew mine The truth fell away, landing somewhere, quite unknown We are both at a loss, now, but in different ways You cannot reach out to me, from the distant place That you dwell You fear to come back to me, and yet- You hate to be where you are... And I...I cannot help you For this choice you must make, on your own You've lived you life always like a vagabond You have never truly known a home... And that is what I offer you A home, a heart, a soul But, to have those things, you must Swallow your fear, summon your courage And find the truth, once more... |