liquid, always flowing.
indecision in the air,
no roots are growing.
searching for solidity,
a place, a home,
desparately seeking,
a place to call her own.
another move,
(5 just last 2 years.)
another mile,
(4200 when the end draws near.)
when will it end?
screamed to the night.
when can by body settle.
and my soul take flight?
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