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I walk in search
Of a home that
Exists only in memory.
These wastelands
Littered with debris
Tears and glum faces
Are unfamiliar to me.
Clear as day
Yet not even a
Glimmer of light,
All I see is darkness
In broad daylight.
Mornings
Bring midnight.
Moon and stars
In absentia.
Sirens
Smoke
Radiation
So commonplace,
Where is home?
This is not home.
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