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      My Home is Not where My Heart does Roam.
    It wants to really be Home.
    To be here now is not my Desire, but I will endure.
     I seek that Place to be Free from Here.
    Finally at Home.
    To be Who I really am, O to be at Home.
    Put aside this Hilarious Life, I want to Be at Home.
    One Day I'll reach That Place.
    Happy, Shouting and Free.
    Not confined by wasted effort.
     O to be at Home.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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