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Dec 2013
I've never been intent on a destination
I've only ever dreamt of freedom  
I've always seen the world that lay outside as a path
A path I'm caged from taking
The means of travel mean little
When faced with a world of excitement
I can't say much on a world I've hardly been in
An adventurer lives inside me, reaching for the stars
I have a sense of wanderlust
And one day
I'll let it take me
Written by
Elizabeth Thorn
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