In less than a year
I feel at home
In less than a year
I am comfortable enough to roam
In less than a year
Bitterness washed away like seafoam
Let’s be realistic here
This was always home
Southern hospitality
Is the new norm
In less than a year
Did I abandon the dorm
In less than a year
I took on this new form
In less than a year
I am accustomed to the swarm
In less than a year
From suburbia to farm
In less than a year
I undid the harm
Let’s be realistic here
My heart has grown warm
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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