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The Final Night

At last we have reached
the ultimate night I will
lay my head upon this pillow,
to wake up, stretching,
in this unfamiliar place I have come
to call “home.”
And as I take away my belongings,
my pile of clothes and bedsheets,
most of all that I am,
and turn to stand in the threshold,
a goodbye will ring clear through my
mind,
and I will make my journey
back to where I belong.

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