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a tree only stands tall because of its roots buried so deep so not to fall but i never grew or sprouted things as such to keep i was yanked out of place ungrounded again and then again so instead of growing roots into the next place i land i count on the surety of leaving the comfort in knowing i could discover new sand i am a nomad adapted to this life in fact addicted i will not grow roots if i stay i will wilt and die like a flower in a vase.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Nomadic
a tree only stands tall because of its roots buried so deep so not to fall but i never grew or sprouted things as such to keep i was yanked out of place ungrounded again and then again so instead of growing roots into the next place i land i count on the surety of leaving the comfort in knowing i could discover new sand i am a nomad adapted to this life in fact addicted i will not grow roots if i stay i will wilt and die like a flower in a vase.
elizabeth-larsen
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
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