Sunday, 22 February 2015

no place

How does it feel
To take a step back
All alone
With no place to call home?

How do you cope
With forgotten memories
At the back of your mind
Unwilling to be found?

Yet how does it feel
When you look around
And when you're down
There's no place to go
at

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