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Sep 2014
Could there ever be a
Home in me again?
Ran so far away, all
I
See is the end.
Tangible, you are not.
Instant sacrifice is my lot.
All the blue,
Nestled too deeply in my feeble bones.

Don't  
Ever
Answer,
No.

Will my blood boil thick for
Anyone else?
Keepsakes tell me it's  
Easily a loss of time.

Now, go, my love.
Everyone  
Loves
Someone else.
Over and under; I'm  
Never more than just a vacation.
Rachel Bole
Written by
Rachel Bole  Midwest
(Midwest)   
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