words found me in the darkest crook of a crepuscular paved road, where I sat quietly in a quieter corner, wrapped up in a dusky blanket, having lost home.
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I'm returningI don't know to whatBut my despairFails to be containedIn isolation anymoreAnd I haven't read a bookIn barely less than a year And the world isCradling fire that all theThe fire...
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