awayfromhome
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They took a loan of not money but men,
trying not to stutter i ask my brother when
Ten months he says
Promise?
Do you promise to return to me
They say people come and they go,
But mine seem to sitck like stone
Always around to remember
What I could do better.
They say the best place to be is home.
But what if home is sturdy like bone?
What is more precious than
silver, rubies?
That holds more power in an empty soul
than a river of gold
Leaverage of coverage a sort of security
Why must we forget, when things go amiss
As I walked along the dusky dark road, the English winter this particular year was torturous to say the least. The icy wind whipping against the coat I thought would be my comfort from the cold. My face felt frozen and void of all sensation.
i walk onto the stage
i smile and i wave at the gathered people
my mom is in the front row, right in the center
my siblings sit beside her
my teachers from grade school
my professors from college
