A million words and nothing’s changed
A million tries and it still seems strange
A million lines and a million breaks
& nothing feels like it’s going to take
A million letters make a million poems
A million smiles and still no home
A million steps and I’m still here
& nothing new to hope or fear
A million years since I crossed the sea
A million tears dried inside salt-free
A million reasons not to deposit ink
& nothing fresh to say or think
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