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where is home
So we linger
Like stale rain
An old train
On rusted tracks
Heading nowhere
Wondering if somewhere
there is a place
We can call home...
Like stale rain
An old train
On rusted tracks
Heading nowhere
Wondering if somewhere
there is a place
We can call home...
Published 9th Oct 2012
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9th Oct 2012 11:00pm
11th Oct 2012 6:38pm
I love this piece. It makes me really think of how I really feel, and I feel that I don't have a deffinate place I can call my home. :(
12th Oct 2012 4:11am
