I’m at home.
But I’m going away again.
I never feel at ease when I’m away from home.
That empty bed is unbearable.
I wake up and look over at the place where home could be moving in the sheets.
I was away for too long last time.
Home is a sandy blond with hip bones that pierce.
I dream about it often.
I’m scared it won’t always be there for me.
Then I’ll be left wandering endlessly.
But I’m going away again.
I never feel at ease when I’m away from home.
That empty bed is unbearable.
I wake up and look over at the place where home could be moving in the sheets.
I was away for too long last time.
Home is a sandy blond with hip bones that pierce.
I dream about it often.
I’m scared it won’t always be there for me.
Then I’ll be left wandering endlessly.
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