I want to go home but I don't know how being in another place it is supposed to be here. I'd be still crying in my room, refusing to be comforted. I don't think an old or new place would fix me.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PuisiFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
