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by Logan
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2054433
Sometimes home is the only place you can go.
Litter

Born within a farrow
A lifetime we atone
You can’t escape your shadow
We never sleep alone
It’s buried in the marrow
Deep within the bone
We hide in water shallow
We hope our best is shown
Yet underneath the gravel
Our skeletons our sown
Underneath the gavel
An auctioneer’s tome
Beats how our lives unravel
The distances we roam
Where every road we travel
Leads us all back home
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