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Feb 2016
Lost and alone
I can do nothing more than roam
Looking for that illusive place to call home
Where I'm welcome with warm open arms
Tucked away from any harm
But that's a place of fiction, of fantasy
That glorious dream will never become reality
I know how the cards are stacked for me
Always a breath away from catastrophe
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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