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23/10/2015
Only the dark cloak that we call the
night
Can be together with the stars to make
them shine so brightly
I will try to search for a shooting
star,
Just like i always do
When the front door opens
A loud voice would say, “Welcome home!”
And in a loud voice, i would say, “I’m
back!”
These precious things – these happy
things – were truly at that place
I’ve gone the roundabout way, but that’s
proof of having lived
[proof that] i didn’t just remain quiet
and wordless
Wanting badly to be happy, but never
knowing how
I, who only has more words to be
listened to
Has a home that will always face me with
gentleness
-HOME
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