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Sep 2018
Ever on the roam
never staying long
always on a search for
a place that feels like home

tis a shame that where i go
this baggage i bring along
i cannot find in myself
a place that feels like home

o' that i could love
maybe i would find
that home is not an external state
but one that's of the mind
D Baby Bey
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D Baby Bey  26/M/U.S.A
(26/M/U.S.A)   
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