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1d
Are you not tired of seducing,
again and again?

If only a nomad like me had a choice,
sorrowfully I answer

I'm too far gone, how can I belong to someone when,
i don't even belong to a place?


Have you never wanted to cease this nomadic
way of living?

What for? If I stop exploring I just die from
boredom.


What is going to be the point of all of this?
innocently he asks

I pause, then look at him in the eyes and say
to live and to understand why.
27 March 2022
Always Somewhere
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Always Somewhere  28/M/Planet Earth
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