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Feb 2019
We go through each day
Wondering our purpose
Some ponder, others pray
Few actually sate this lust

These few don't look
They don't search forever
For their meaning in a book
Or their reason in another

These are few souls
That take what they possess
Their passion and goals
And make it their purpose
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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   Moonlight
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