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Feb 2017
I can sit here and stare,
looking for something that is not there.
Unfortunately when I find what I'm looking for,
it wont be anywhere close to your shore.
The troubles that harbor at home,
is something I have never shown.
So you can look the other way and just part,
because inside this home there was no real heart.
Karlos Acosta
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Karlos Acosta  El Paso, TX
(El Paso, TX)   
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