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Dec 2021
This place never felt like home
merely a container for the wicked mind
falling into abyss where angels
cry, I look for you
as my only sky, and the only time
I feel lost is when there's nothing left
to grasp.

This place never felt like home
merely a place to rest a troubled
mind, or a place
to dim my shine.
Samantha Cunha
Written by
Samantha Cunha  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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