A weary traveler that i am

 A weary traveler that i am


All the dirt on my feet,


I can't help but carry


All the path i have walked,


I can't help but leave


To make a home out of your mind,


Don't ask that of me


For a weary traveler, i am 


Unknown, home will always be


-Edema Ruh-

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