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I was wanderer, Wandering in the land of death and despair; Blows and bruises were my food Blood and tears, my drink. I was a wanderer, Wandering in the desert of solitude; The sands were of broken promises The sun was my life's Judas. I was a wanderer, Wandering in the forest of fear; The trees were all overpowering and bullying The animals were all predators. I am still a wanderer, Wandering in the infinite land, desert and forest; In search of a home to where I belong In a quest to find solace in the stillness.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC
The wanderer
I was wanderer, Wandering in the land of death and despair; Blows and bruises were my food Blood and tears, my drink. I was a wanderer, Wandering in the desert of solitude; The sands were of broken promises The sun was my life's Judas. I was a wanderer, Wandering in the forest of fear; The trees were all overpowering and bullying The animals were all predators. I am still a wanderer, Wandering in the infinite land, desert and forest; In search of a home to where I belong In a quest to find solace in the stillness.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC
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