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Aug 2016
I walk a slumbering city,
Shuffling through an endless inky cloud.
90 minute walk to the house.
I can't even call it home anymore.
Home is where the heart is
And my heart can't even find itself.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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