Poem: Hometown

In this town, nothing changes,
From the baker to the market,
Everything stays the same.

Just the people,
The people go one by one,
One by one they disappear,
With no memory of them,
They leave the town,
Never to be seen around.

On the ground,
I watch the stars,
Wishing I was one of them,
Never to return.

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