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"favourite childhood memory?"
he asked and I fell speechless.
How could I explain?
For I was
the child
who kept
on trying,
searching
for a home
when I was
supposed
to be
playing
instead.
-where is home?
Caligo.
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PoetryThat's the thing with being the quiet girl, only papers know what I say. Part I of The Zeros. | was featured | #3 in poetry |
