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Nov 2016
He spent his days searching for a place where he could be,
found solace in a tree tall adjacently
What am i to do, iv long lost track of time
As im looking down, the ground i cannot find
You yourself have chosen , i wish that it was me..
But holding something down simply means it isnt free..
Unsure of what to do, residing in your branches
Ions from the ground , miles away from answers.
Mark The Vagabond
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