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Years among them,
I felt the absence of home.
Even as they brought home
Very close to my heart,
I saw home
In my sleepless dreams
Calling for a facelift.

Comfort of mind
I have not.
Even though,
Comfort is their middle name.
They offered the best
To steal my mind from home.
But my cord umbilical
Pulls more for a walk
A walk back home.

Edem Fodeka