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Jan 2016
How can I walk in
to other cities like they're
my
castle too
like they welcome
with their arms outstretched at the end
of a race
a finish line from start to
finish
go to start

I thought I couldn't
love someone
new
and
at the ribbon,
I'm finding I'm wrong
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
384
   mark cleavenger
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