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I was born without roots
I have never found soil that fed me
I long to tumble endlessly
And let the wind determine my destiny....
Poetry
Ping
Another rejection
Another drink
What’s one more?
A beam of light burnishes a ring of promise.
I am loved.
I am held.
I am not alone in this.
The cup of sorrow is pushed away
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