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Sep 2013
I have a traveler friend
a gypsy of some sorts
a bit of a wandering man
with big dreams
of far away places

Dancing on rooftops
in the early hours
making his way to
somewhere he's finally
sitting back
watching time pass
in a wardrobe mirror
surrounded by trinkets
and memories of
his travels

These stories
I hope to hear
sitting criss-cross
on a rug from Egypt

Good luck
my traveler friend
h.w.
hannah way
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hannah way  22/F/NV
(22/F/NV)   
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   Kimberly Weber, Bernadette and ---
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