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A Poem About Escape-“There’s No Place Called Home”

I don’t wake up, I wake down
Waiting for a wind to lift me,
And drift me
Far above the ground.

I want to miss all I see
The hustle and bustle,
Pacing and racing
The angst, of just being.

Maybe I can dream a dream
I’m never forced to leave,
Where I feel nothing but love
A place, safe and serene

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