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A gypsy boy not wanting to be confined by daily prescriptions Always jogging on paths of his own Still he knows, it’s only when you stop moving, you’re called in deeper ways. Sitting alone in an empty hotel room Somewhere between nowhere and everywhere Crying for what he’s seeking and what he’s leaving behind Knows he can’t leave his shadow simply by walking away Nor find what’s elusive by chasing illusions Knows the only way out is through the pain Knows that he, like you, Must take what’s ugly in his arms and kiss it!
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
Gypsy Boy
A gypsy boy not wanting to be confined by daily prescriptions Always jogging on paths of his own Still he knows, it’s only when you stop moving, you’re called in deeper ways. Sitting alone in an empty hotel room Somewhere between nowhere and everywhere Crying for what he’s seeking and what he’s leaving behind Knows he can’t leave his shadow simply by walking away Nor find what’s elusive by chasing illusions Knows the only way out is through the pain Knows that he, like you, Must take what’s ugly in his arms and kiss it!
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75/M/Delaware ohio
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
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