The Going Price For Home

Prize Fighter Inferno

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And I've paid the price of solitude with wish to worry while you're away,
With all grace to allow my hand the travel & worth here across your face,
I love you more than you could know,
In those eyes you hide it well I think you do,
As I turn the wheels that round the ground across the Never,
Here against the Grave,
Now I've lost the only thing that matters to me life,
Is this the dream?
Here I go, I'm on my way home now,
To you,
And it hurts to hear you feel.