Moving On

sadness brews and hatred burns
it’s funny the way the world always turns
a fortnight more than I should have stayed
no time to waste any more of my days
fast and strong, my will does travel
a face no more within his babble
bring me home and bring me safe
no more room in my heart his will shall take

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