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Aug 2018
The loss of my self and my social history.
The loss of my past and distanced from my friends.
All I have is words!
I'm economically unviable and so exiled to this far away place;
Set to suffer aboard a ship of fools; at odds with the stars and my birth into this new world.
But I must keep on dreaming.
for all the displaced peoples of the world
Purcy Flaherty
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Purcy Flaherty  52/M/Earth
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