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Like itinerants, we wander the face of the Earth,
Knocking on every door.
In search of dreams that we can believe,
Without them, we are nothing but poor.
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Carved Stars
Poesía"They raised her to be a rock, but she carved herself into a star." •♤• Sometimes, I like to write poems. Highest Ranking: #221 in Poetry.