History of a Home
If I knew then that home was so
Ferociously fleeting,
I would have spent less time
Worrying about which way this world
Wished I would go,
And traipse tenaciously towards
The town with the house
Which gave me a tiny terrace
And a place to pour my passions
Into passages on pieces of paper
That I could call my own.
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