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ryn Dec 2014
It is believed that we came from you
I am no exception; I've been made the same
I'd like to come home now
I'd like to leave behind just my name

This/there is no place for me
Yet there is only one
A place within you
A venue graced with no sun

Time has come for us to merge
So Mother Earth
Won't you open yourself up
Swallow me whole and make it my last berth
Don't you sometimes wish the ground would just open up under your feet and swallow you whole...

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