When we travel
We take things back home,
inside of us.
Souvenirs of moments!
How could one forget the trip?
It was not long,
though mistaken,
for the good and for all the bad.
Some trips may not be memorable.
Now, that is the case.
I did not bring anything back:
Regrets only. Of what it takes.
I would not do it again.
I could not go back to that place.
Somebody must grasp my ticket
'Cause that comprimised my sake.
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