A warm memory and a loving thought
We sit and think of it, while we rot
I hold your touch, your smell, so close to me
Fully knowing my senses cloud reality
This fog is so thick, I can't even see
I long for the sun's rays to completely embrace me
A life so alone, a future unknown
Some one please give me a place to call home.



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