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a human, a voice
a creature, a choice
a conscience thought
outside the box
never knowing
a worry

being born
being family
being loved
being left
an orphan weeps
silently retreats
no home
now alone

miles miles miles
away from all you know
vulnerable and weak
missing a place
a place called
home.

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