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Sep 2014
Unfamiliar sounds,
The scent of a city
Where too many people have
No place to go.
I have been here before
Standing at the edge,
The edge of a place
I am unable to name.
I am homeless with them,
And as they pray for change,
I pray for arms
That once made me feel
Like I belong.
whiskey dipped flower
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   Tonya Maria, ---, ---, ---, r and 2 others
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