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Sep 2022
home
where is my home
is it where my mom makes me coffee
in the morn

hope
it comes and goes
when the moonlights shining on me
it goes away
and i'm cold

You
came in like a storm
shook me to my core
spun me around
and im yours

take me
along with you
i promise to be kind
gently calm the winds in your mind

if you let me
i know i'll be
a home
and hope
for you
once again, they didn't crawl out of their cave. at least i was inspired to write something happy by them
Jenny Umansky
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Jenny Umansky  21/F
(21/F)   
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