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Feb 2015
Snow
Settles on
My aching
Breaking
Heart.

I'm stuck
In a world
And inside a time
That's long
Gone.

I see
The map
Of the world
I keep looking
Home.

I think
This compass
Broke-
I have nowhere
Else to go.

If I could sail
The Mediterranean Sea
Maybe I could find myself
In Pari for free

Wherever I go,
Will I go
With my whole heart.

Im still stuck in
Small town New York.
A little piece of home.
liz
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