Home is where the friends are

I love Luton more than I breathe air;

As such, I slept a thousand homesick nights at least

to get back here.

For all the times I wasn’t there

Rough times, when I couldn’t read a book a year

I couldn’t rise myself to care

Lost hope, I fell near all apart

To each new start and every fear

I wondered lonely, choosing friends

Using people, losing hair

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Writer of poems, reader of anything but particularly philosophy and computer science. Warwick uni graduate, Kind Regards

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