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207 · Oct 2016
Going home
The fields blossomed and faded
rain has finally come
and I am coming home

Washing away the year
I've spent far too long
missing you

I wonder
nay
I doubt
you've felt the same

Perhaps going home
may not be for the best
perhaps

I need to stay away
much―
much longer.

— The End —