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May 2015
We pray every night,
Hoping to wake up in the morning.
We carry out the lives we despise.
We work the jobs we never wanted.
We love those who  don't  love back.
We have a nostalgia for a home we never visited.
Yet, we pray every night,
Hoping to wake up in the morning.
Old poem. I decided to share.
Carlique King
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Carlique King  Bahamas
(Bahamas)   
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     Traveler, Carrie Crusoe, ryn and Rapunzoll
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