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Sep 2020
I feel torn, down the middle like,
one half lives here in solitude,
the other is driving on the turnpike
heading home to those who
know me the best
as I indulge in their
while awaiting a little
welcomed rest.
Written by
       Diya, Patrick, Melanii and AS
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