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Dec 2012
There is nothing left for me here,
no job, school nor mother
no place of my own.
This town of my birth,
can no longer be home.
I learned all I could,
Now I ****, moan and groan.

My love wants to leave,
And so do I.
Friends and family will be missed,
but I must say β€œGood Bye”

After my voyage out west,
I’ll be back in the spring,
to explore the mysteries of life.
Enoch it’s you I will bring.
Will that not suffice?
Mind refreshed for a quest.
Together again,
no longer depressed.
A journey will be had,
for us, Gods of men.
Nathan Vienneau
Written by
Nathan Vienneau  Calgary
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