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Calling Me Home
Even though I don't know where home is
I'm on a trail
Studying crushed leaves
Looking for markers that could become marks ....
I'm on a trail
Studying crushed leaves
Looking for markers that could become marks ....
Published 20th Jul 2014
| Edited 12th May 2018
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Anonymous
20th Jul 2014 7:14pm
Ah, the pursuit of happiness strikes again. . .only this time in a lovely, lovely poem. This is absolutely breathtaking, PoetSpeak! Damn! xo, Devlin
20th Jul 2014 7:15pm
It's those little poems that jump out of my pen that always seem to work best
Fast and loose if you will
Will we ever see the gun picture of you again ?
I fell in love with you on the spot after that pic
xx
Fast and loose if you will
Will we ever see the gun picture of you again ?
I fell in love with you on the spot after that pic
xx
20th Jul 2014 7:16pm
If its the right path for you i have no doubt that you Sir will find your way.
20th Jul 2014 7:17pm
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