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Apr 2020
He wanted to fly.
Soar through the sky,
Whilst feeling the wind on his face.

But I just wanted home.

He wanted to dream,
He wanted to travel...
Explore the unknown,
Find adventure.

But I just wanted home,
A place that was real...

Not some where unknown.

And before I knew it....
He was gone.

He slipped throgh my fingers,
Disappeared from the future,
And what could have been.

He was gone.
No good bye,
No nothing.

Just...

Gone.
Zainab Ibrahim
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