Fuck The Facts

No Return


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Pushing the dirt, create a space, on your land.
I sent you back, we weren't supposed to meet, but we did.
No return.
The echo of the remains, of a place called home.
No return.
In response to a long scream, home.
The echo, the remains, a place called home.