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Jul 2021
I could never actually find it
Whatever I'm searching for
Sophia in the silence
******, Mother, *****

I'd like to walk in rain
Misty by the beach
Harold took *******
All I did was teach

But now I'm not a teacher
I ride el autobus
Poverty is prison
I cannot break loose

I could never find it
Whatever I'm looking for
Rain upon the ocean
Her hands upon the shore
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
(55/M/Elsewhere)   
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   Healer
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