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Crystals On Crypt Walls

Sometimes I close my eyes
And I'm home once more
At least in those moments
Where it felt that way
Different rooms, different families
So many different versions of me
I'm still learning to hold home;
The abstract concept that it is
A willing captive in this body
But every time I close my eyes
I'm hit with the wave of homesickness
Of the many homes I've once shared
There's so much that I miss this moment
So many people no longer here
Houses no longer standing
Towns no longer worth visiting
My mind is a crypt of beauty
Of these precious gem memories
Growing deep inside me like crystals
I know that I just have to be patient
That this too will be my home
And I'll let myself miss the ones I've had
Remember all those good times
And try to use them to create more
BlueBeastGirl
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Running from the Reaper)
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