Nothing But Colours
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The good dog, it's coming back home
I, away and back, left my past dying here.
I hate the family no more:
My home like every home, house worth every house,
I now feel where I belong.
I'll walk the painfully long road only to know my place is behind me.
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