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Come HomeI wish I could’ve been more like you Hairstrands alight in the evening breeze Like coils of fire The mortar rounds falling like rain at your feet Now the letters have stopped coming And the dogs have stopped barking And I haven’t been outside in days And when they find my body, skin as pale as porcelain, on the bathroom floor The mortician will whisper into my empty ears that you were waiting out there all along And I wish to simply tell you this: Dinner’s on the table It’s getting coldCome Home
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