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When you don't have a home you begin to appreciate the things you do own the cloth that hugs my arms and back and neck that warms my body and becomes a pillow for a nap on a slopped fleshy hillside
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
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When you don't have a home you begin to appreciate the things you do own the cloth that hugs my arms and back and neck that warms my body and becomes a pillow for a nap on a slopped fleshy hillside
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
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