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Mar 2017
I can't sit anymore
wet eyes eventually

I really have to stop
My heart grows and grows

I'm sure this will lead somewhere
Like an open highway... skyway

A hidden garden
A secret knowing place

I couldn't possibly
Find the answer here

Or could I?
after an hour or more of HP
Leaetta May
Written by
Leaetta May  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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