Linger.
Land where you linger.
Parks, shops, our home, where we once slept.
You’re no longer here.
Left to rest back there.
In the room where our son came.
I can not move on.
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Land where you linger.
Parks, shops, our home, where we once slept.
You’re no longer here.
Left to rest back there.
In the room where our son came.
I can not move on.
