the past is a ruin
we cannot return
the land is bramble
a sunken farm house
a house can be rebuilt
but not the same house
not childhood's house
the past is a lost ruin
mistakes and regret
fashion the rubble
like random bricks
from fallen chimneys
odd dreams tease
rooms near forgotten
even in my sleep
I cannot find home
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