The Line
The Linethere's still a
line drawn in the
sand which reads once
you leave you can never
come home again not to
the same home nestled
in comfort. there's
still a line drawn
in the sand you
left it in the wet
to dry, to dry and
dare you to cross it
I crossed once in the
early summer only to find
the grass to be browner on
the other side. Now after
six years of trying to
return, I am packing
my bags to cross the
line again, to lose
another home and
hope to gain one
in the process
there is a
line drawn
in the
sand
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