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Nov 2012
I fill my life in a suitcase
all my memories lay
headed for the higher ground
this migration leaves me questioning
will all the others be found?
I don't dare look behind me
a pillar of salt I'll be
if you don't walk with me

I'm brave, I'm for certain
that I'll make it there
we will join them
where they live care free
finally, rejoined with others
our lost sisters and brothers
come home.
ximri
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ximri  midwest
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