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May 2015
I'm reaching out with open
sweaty palms stretching
towards a place in
which the world is not
imploding so I don't want
to dream forever
and happiness does not
seem such an odd thing.
And someday that place feels
to far to fathom
but someday it is just
an arms breath away,
Attainable if I just reach a little
further.
Personal poem :)
Charlie Smith
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Charlie Smith  United Kingdom
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