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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.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
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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.
#doubt#home#loss#lovers#acrostic#lostlove#keepsakes
rachel-bole
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
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