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This unknown furture


Losing my sight,

lost this fight, 

now I must get on this flight,

fight for my memories, 

bite at my past, 

 growl at my future, 

unknown turns may be further, 

What awaits me will no longer nurture,  

not in nature, 

nor home 

it is far from this place where I used to find foam, 

close to home, 

now it’s time to run far from this place called home. 

 

 

 

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