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Apr 2018
There was no peace
There was no decency
No soul or heart
it was neither home nor house
it was cold and dim
the metal trapping me in
isolated but never truly alone
it was all I had
no where to go
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Missouri, USA
(Missouri, USA)   
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