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Oct 2019
out of place
out in space
my mind wonders
looking for something safe.
to hold onto
and cherish,
but I tend to stumble
and perish.
when fallen down
I'm filled with sound,
constant and booming
loud and looming.
once redirected
my head feels connected,
to the body I know
and my wisdom
I call home.
Written by
Zane Smith  17/F/pixie hollow
(17/F/pixie hollow)   
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     BR Dragos and Sergio Esteban
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