I've died
and I will not rise
again
the salvation I had hoped for
is worse than spent, and
I will never
find myself
and I will never look. All
the people and the places that I trusted
forsook.
All the certain, sure, secure, loved
loves
have flown home.
Home.
Where have they gone?
Someplace I've
never known.
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