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My heart flies toward the earth Not the sky I need a tangible surface to cling to I run through the fields I sit in the dirt I call this place home Yet I am surrounded by strangers
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
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My heart flies toward the earth Not the sky I need a tangible surface to cling to I run through the fields I sit in the dirt I call this place home Yet I am surrounded by strangers
#love#home#comfort#lost#different#country#be
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
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