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Jun 2017
The islands took me as prisoner
Left me chained to their shores
I ate from the flesh of their earth
Burned under their titan of a sun
Sleep beneath the stars pointing home
The only map in the blackness of night
Scents of the salted sea still linger in my nostrils
I still feel the trade winds at my knees
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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