Let the wind blow as the earth gets stuck between your fingertips. You close your eyes half way to block the sun light and you open your mouth all the way for glass of water. Take way the shades as you walk though the midnight sky as the moon glares over the lakes and seas. The only thing left in your mind is I need to make it home because , I never had home and now my soul fly’s I have been invited to stay with you.
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