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Dec 2014
dust calls my heart home
although I’ve
never been in that expanse
I am now
trapped in the titles of this city
feeling the need to get away
into the sun and dirt
where you are as unknown as the
icy fingers of a winter breeze
in that place
I hope to find a part of myself
always known missing
I’ll never understand
a place I've never been
calls me home
Mallory Davis
Written by
Mallory Davis  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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