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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