Where is the place i call home?

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Home was not near.

Not across the body of water with the pale moonlight shining above it.

No the tiny island filled with ebony trees.

Where was it?

I don't know.

It's not past the boat

Or anniversary island

It is not near.

And now I remain,

Stuck with the strangers

Laying and staring at stars

Stars I could not recognize

I could not recognize anything

Where is home?

Let me return.

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