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| Longing |
9/15/2002
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Deep inside is what I have.
All day long I wait to return.
The time is soon.
To go home is all that I need.
My place beneath me is sinking.
I have all but this one desire.
I cannot find.
I cannot go.
I cannot.
I must find my way home.
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