One , alone , astray
Today was mine, now it is done
The Only fun I know is you
A body other than my own
My home is not myself
It huddles low upon a shelf
Waiting for a pull
A will, a want a wishful grin
A fullness longing to begin
Wind warns of a coming storm
The only voice to call
No looking, daring to go back
There is nowhere to fall
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