Homecoming
We wanted normalcy and sanity
And the comfort of routine
I went back and took him with me
We swallowed the truth like seeds
stuck in my throat, gagged me closed
The stale comfort of home.
And the comfort of routine
I went back and took him with me
We swallowed the truth like seeds
stuck in my throat, gagged me closed
The stale comfort of home.
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