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Jul 2020
How to find my
soul to home
Where water
is not thirsty
and bread loaf
is not stone
I came up
with one thing,
and I don’t
believe
I’m wrong
That nobody,
but nobody,
can make
It out here alone
Syomone
Written by
Syomone  31/F/Baton Rouge
(31/F/Baton Rouge)   
45
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