Posted by Zave | Posted in | Posted on 01:00

I am going home,
Where it all comes to an end.

Torn papers and stashed cards,
The anger and undying love in that;
Read letters and songs sung,
The cliche acts and pure emotions behind that;
Distances travelled and days waited,
The agony and joy of accomplishment of that;

I am coming home,
Yes, I am indeed.

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