Fin

Beauty beyond belief

Almost stale

Every place I’ve been

But no one left to tell

Once it was a dream

A fantasy

But now all too real

And no more family

From east to west

North to south

I’ve run out of space

Just stories of my mouth

Soon I will be unable to move

Left to drag myself alone

My freedom was my enlightenment

And my undoing

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