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You Can't Go Home Again
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2021-07-16
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"Come summer, there will be as much sun
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as anyone
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could ever want,
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and you will have
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all the time in the world
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to open a book and let the pages unfurl."
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But I doubt summer will ever come,
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for the winds tug at my hair,
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and the rain waits for no one,
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and I have now lost more than a year
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to someone else's mistake,
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to a whole lot of someone elses' fear.
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Can I fight against my nature?
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Can I resign myself to torture
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self-baden, self-scarred,
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severed by far
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from the home
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that is myth,
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that was never my own?
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I carry within this body an unspeakable name
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pointing to where lies eternal spring,
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where I could never return
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having earned
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failure's shame
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and the enmity
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of the deity
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I only ever yearned
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to be friends with.
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Only in these books
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can I unfurl my wings,
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can I step once more
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in that town I long forsook.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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