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Apr 2015
The problem with this thing called love
Is having busy feet
wanting to travel the world
and loving everyone I meet
I could try and stay here
For you I would try
But my soulmate is the world
and if i put roots in this soil, I'll die.
Written by
Miki  25/Genderqueer/USA
(25/Genderqueer/USA)   
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