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Places Of This Year

I’ve lived most days of this year,

Surrounded by walls,

Under a roof.

But, I have wandered everyday,

Under starry skies,

And open air,

To places I wish I hadn’t left,

A piece of my heart,

Because now I can’t,

Seem to find a way back home.

 
 
 

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