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Nomad Entry 22
I have friends across the border,
Friends I have not held on to.
Yet I grasp onto foreign soil,
With a promise of weary hands.
Stretch out on a blue horizon,
And pull at a vertical sun.
© daniellemilicaj
Friends I have not held on to.
Yet I grasp onto foreign soil,
With a promise of weary hands.
Stretch out on a blue horizon,
And pull at a vertical sun.
© daniellemilicaj
