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Staring at the sky One of my favorite pastimes Watching the world go by The crisp air Biting my cheek Wind tousling my hair The grass is damp Running my fingers through the soil Forever leaving my stamp Searching for my identity Amongst the stars This is where I find serenity
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
My Serenity
Staring at the sky One of my favorite pastimes Watching the world go by The crisp air Biting my cheek Wind tousling my hair The grass is damp Running my fingers through the soil Forever leaving my stamp Searching for my identity Amongst the stars This is where I find serenity
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Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
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