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Date Written: September 17, 2017

In this crowded place you're nowhere to be seen

This cold breeze crashing into my skin

Tree dances with leaves of green

Searching you was all i ever been

 

 

Have gone into places to think & roam

To think i am better off on my own

The sound of your voice on the phone

Makes nothing else feels like home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. Peter Paul Garcia     September 17, 2017

    How can i damn edit my shit

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