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Jun 2013
All that time spent on trains, wandering,
wondering until I knew
I've never really had a place to call home.
I found it in you
with no need to be sorry
somewhere I am welcome to come back to.
There is dust on my shoes from a different place
and dirt in the graze I got on one of my knees
when we went out climbing trees.
(It left a scar that looks like grace.)
Daisy King
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Daisy King  27/F/Hampstead
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