I - the Ex-citizen

I'm an ex-citizen of your heart
barred from entry
and of denied visa.

Berlin Artparasites 

But often I get home sick.

How many blue waves do I have to tear up
to sail back to you?

Is it an iron made heart you got
to become oblivion of me?

Or did thoughts of love in your heart
fall into extinct volcanoes?

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