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May 2015
A howl, a calling...
something that I yearn...
I wish of shouting...
something I have to earn?...
But I'm not patient so I start stepping on stones...

Hoping for the best
I want a home
No chance I will be lucky,
but I'm blunt and want a touch
dreaming of life as lush
stupid, I am
falling touching reality
wondering who I am
Written by
Taylor Shelton  America
(America)   
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