August 25, 2009
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Travelers rest their weary bones
in one place or
But they always move on
Whereever any time is spent
imprints itself on
different hearts
In each place someone's
kindness or a welcoming
smile tugs a piece of the
heart away
Each traveler regrets and loves every breaking fragment
It means they want to
make a place their
Although, still, they don't want
to get caught by
life and the burdens it brings
Running is the only way to
escape th snag of your
So, they run, losing pieces of their large hearts
Either travelers find a place to call home or they
with a heart scattered over the

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