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Jan 31
I didn't have a name
I had no identity
I was nothing and no one
I existed, and that was it

Until you found me
And gave me something to call my own

"Amicus"

I liked it
The way it left your lips
The way I knew it was mine
I was finally someone

Someone in your eyes
Quick poem
Lostling
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Lostling  Wandering, alone
(Wandering, alone)   
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