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Oct 2020
I'm hurt, but I'm healing.
I'm happy and I'm sad.
The wind calls me, dear.
These roots plant dreams here.
I can't say I'll stay forever.
I'll run if you'll go there.
Home is where the heart is.
Mine, is his.
Written by
Sarah
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