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Alice May 2014
IT
There’s something missing,
and it’s nowhere to be found.
it’s lost.
it’s gone with the wind.
it’s searching its way through the tress.
it’s sailing the seven seas.
it’s looking at the stars,
maybe they could guide the way.
it tries its best to succeed,
but no use...its lost.
in its own little world.
A very old poem that I wrote 2 years ago.

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