Although I am in a far different place
Than that in which I once did often pace
And far removed from where I used to be
That place from which I once did seek to flee
And which has left its deep mark upon me
A deeper mark than ink upon my skin
As I well know who, whene'er I begin
To take up pen, will find myself again
Bemarked. Yet that with ease will wash away
As I have found with nearly everey day
But that so much is true I cannot say
Of home now lost to all but visits brief
That give no ease and offer no relief
Don't forget: I'll be transferring fully over to Elliott RWI after the end of the year! Please follow me there!
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