It's been long,don't you wish somewhere to go
A longing for home from home.
If this is not home, where is it?
I live here,i sleep here.
I live here?
This home,sick of it.
This home,i am home sick.
This home.
At this home,i am homeless.
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blac(n)k cosmos
Poetryworld i could not tell, my dear. I'll tell the world.We are made of star dust,you and i, you and the universe.Let me resonate with you.
