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Far From Home
Like a wandering leaf from a fallen tree
I am far off from where I am suppose to be
Crisp from the winter breeze
I am stale to the touch on a path I no longer recognize, trying to survive, naked & bare, I lie lying there,
on hard cement, is this where I'm meant, to be, on the ground with trampled dreams?
© Reaper
I am far off from where I am suppose to be
Crisp from the winter breeze
I am stale to the touch on a path I no longer recognize, trying to survive, naked & bare, I lie lying there,
on hard cement, is this where I'm meant, to be, on the ground with trampled dreams?
© Reaper
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