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Mar 2021
Raised from the dirt,
how are we not down to Earth.
Surviving on living water,
how are we not able to flow
Ideas blowing in the wind,
we give a breath of our soul
We are what we earn,
with a fire at heart, we glow and burn.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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