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HER HOME ISN'T MY HOME
She kept repeating
Please, don't send me back
Back to that black, little hole
That place I've come to dread.
I've been gone for a long time
Far much longer than you think
Please, don't send me back
To that starked place,that isn't home.
My real home is the sky of blue,
And roof under the stars and the moon.
Please don't send me back
To that place no longer, I belong!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2003
