
A tale of nostalgia and unwillingness.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Chapters: 3 - Words: 157 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 01-22-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3094455
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I don't want to go home,
because the air is miserably sweet
the branches lie to their trees
and elope with the new concrete.
It's all moving to fast and I don't think I can cope.
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