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homecoming
No one came to see
the night the stars fell
for they didn't shoot like rockets
but merely dropped in exhaustion
from the weight of our expectations.
No one heard
the melody of poverty
it was drowned out
by restless newspapers the wind plays
too loud through these streets.
We were drawn
by a feeling of place
not yet abandoned for illusions
of who we thought we should be.
Now I don't know
what to say to you
we both travelers
so far from home.
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