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My place
The place I go to
it’s always there
as real as it can be
its real to me.
Somewhere near but a map will never show
It’s a house
a pond beside
and trees large and green
a winding path
a shady porch.
Not in a town but nearby
its quite most of the day.
I'll find it I know
and when I do
it will be my time.
Tuesday 15th March 2022 9:59 am
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I’m renting,
No, I rent
Yes, I’m actually renting..
No, no, no, not looking to buy.
I don’t have rich parents
Yes, I should buy..
And how about you?
Fuck off.
Tuesday 22nd February 2022 7:30 am
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