A title called "home"
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Complete Wed, Mar 9, 2016<5 mins
A place where you reside, may not be the place where you belong.
but you return
A one shot/short poetry
that
shows
how big the world is,
and how little you stand.
just kidding, it's a diary like poem about home(s).
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belonging
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