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Oct 2018
Neither the quiet comforts of your home
Nor the wonders of the great unknown
Will satisfy your thirst to know
The wandering rest within your bones

In one way or another
How the shoe turns and Crow flies
Untill no longer bound
Homeward
We are all alone
Nothing is ever perfect. Nothing really lasts. At present.

Get all you wish for and be disappointed.

Read with a smile and be prepared for the truth of this life.

Blah blah.
Seanathon
Written by
Seanathon  M/Gondolin
(M/Gondolin)   
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