Why am I like this
In the rain
In the dark
Who am I to please
Not in me
Not even far
Can I go.
But I'm alone.
I don't know.
What is home.
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Mind of Mine
PoesiaWhat the mind preach but the eyes can't see, the nose can't sense and the mouth can't speak
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Why am I like this
In the rain
In the dark
Who am I to please
Not in me
Not even far
Can I go.
But I'm alone.
I don't know.
What is home.
