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Dec 2019
Night--
a desert so vast
no end is in sight
all I have is myself
to cross it --
with no one at my side

Abandoned and tired
as a snail without a shell
as a butterfly without wings
waiting lost and alone --
dear dream,
how long till you come
and pick me up from here?
Written by
Angelica Liu
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     CarolineSD and Carlo C Gomez
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