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Sep 2017
"Heaven is the place,
Where you think of nowhere else"
Oh? Is that so?
Then that playground,
When I was a hurting child,
Swinging to dismiss reality,
Letting my feet rise to the sky,
And with it my worries fall,
Those swings became my nirvana,
A safe haven from the pain.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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