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Dec 2017
There was a place I used to go
As a kid where no one would know
It kept me calm and collected
Behind the fence, In the apartment complex
I sat next to a stream as it flowed past
This was my wonderland
I yearn to go back there and stand
Feel the air, and let go of all care
I never told anyone about my escape
It was meant for safekeeping
Not for others to be seeking
I want to go back, let it soothe what I lack
Its not that far from where I lay
But age has taken time and care
It wont feel the same as it used to bare
Accept what was woven, you were right Holden
Written by
J M  35/M/Massachusetts
     Cné, --- and Mishael Ward
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