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May 2013
Home is just a wish
Orphans make every night
Upon the smallest shooting star
I have no home
Because I'll be abused and abandoned
Beaten to no identification of my remains
Bruised beyond comparison
Scarred for life
I have no home
It's simple to understand
Is it not?
Robert Guerrero
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