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| I came a long way home, and further to know him, and now I turn and leave them both with grey clouds in front of and behind me... west to east they run I think, but never, never, have I cried this much. the clouds of intense grief welled up, and obstructed any light there may have been there. On I march, with my back to home to a place where uncertainty is rife, and my great wars continue, will I be alone again? will I think of Love and Him? well, the later is easy.... ...I'll reach out to him and offer continued friendship, and the first.... ...I know what I like in life! I'm going back home again. |