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Apr 2019
Cant find my home.

Just cant see it - it's in front of me.
I see nothing-
Nomad is I, this is what I see.

I want to see-
But I wont believe me.

I cant see me.
I cant.
I'm in front of me.

I cant see I'm in front of me.

Nomad is we.

Be with I, Silence in lost of we.
Written by
Figmunt
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