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No one leaves home…

«No one leaves home
unless home is the mouth of a shark.

You only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well.
Your neighbours running faster than you,
your breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body.

You only leave home when home won’t let you stay. (περισσότερα…)

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