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Feb 2017
Wanderlust
consumes her heart.
She longs for lands
she has never walked,
and for people
she has never met.
Her gypsy soul is free,
and so it follows,
the colors of the wind.
β€’Hannahβ€’
Hannah
Written by
Hannah  22/F/Nomad
(22/F/Nomad)   
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