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Mar 2021
I found a place,
One to call home for my homelessness,
One with loud rhythms of Bad liar,
One too big to escape from,
So look me in the eye,
Tell me what you see,
Perfect Paradise,
Guess I wished my heart reflected it.
Written by
Dicra with an E  19/F/Kenya
(19/F/Kenya)   
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