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sent away

Written by: Luca Fukuyo

Nowhere to go, harder to hide

We walk the paths of the rocky terrain

The waves hit the boulders

Weary days and nights

as the cotton candy skies settle down

We wait for the axe to fall

This will determine our fate

I’ve heard 4 months

But sometimes years

Time ticks slowly for the letter to arrive

The yes or no, and then we’ll know

Maybe we’ll find a safer home

“Is it here yet?”, I said

apprehensive of what will come next

As months went by, we got the news

Got turned away


Never felt homesick to a place I’ve never been.


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