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Thursday, January 28

journey

Through the windows,
I could see the parallel tracks traveling with me.
Rusty brown tracks and pale pink sky made the evening.
To an unknown place,
That's never read in books.
I could see the scarecrows smiling at me with big wide bright eyes.
Cause am the little gypsy.
Am still a young kid with that vibe.
All I do is travel, travel through long days and cold nights.
There are a millions around me but non I know.
I kept my words to come back.
She would be waiting.

I have to walk till I find her.

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