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Jun 2018
This is my home.
This empty space nothingness
I filled with anything I could find.
These empty blank streets
I pounded until my feet
Knew them better than I did.
Those empty cold nights
I wandered through
Until I found something beautiful.
Until I found you.
Written by
Ash Regent
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