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Curiosity

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If they knew what i'm hiding

would they take it away?

If my feelings were free

would they inprison them?

As i wonder time goes by

slowly

like a flowers petal in the breeze.



Waiting has never been my choice,

yet I am here still.

That love,

that ad infinitum amity,

I long for.

I am the seeker.

I am the wanderer.





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