Going home

I wasn’t prepared for how gentle you came in

You started like a storm warning

preparing for evacuation

Last minute escape

I remember doing this

I walked out of my house with a suitcase and a light

It was a disaster, a foreign land, a terrible journey

I want to go home

I want to go where bad luck turns to good luck

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