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With it comes A sense of home Cast Of characters At every turn You going to The Bodega Or I Twisted Teas And cigarettes This is a Story of a place That has a name But never a face You know you just Belong here whelmed by The sense of community And the empathy Of acceptance We live on the Fringe of this fast Paced society It comes alive As you sleep Music and dancing Laughter and tears Stories are told And wisdom shared You never leave Empty Your heart will Be full and your mind Finds home Finally centered you Take the moment in You know time Goes by fast There will come A day when we Wish we were here Back right here Right now In this moment Loyality gained Respect given Courage embraced Listen to the sound Of the moment Be present Be still Walls fall as Friendships form You're ok You're finally home Go gentle as it's So very fragile Never let them Take this moment It is ours Frozen forever In a time where Love was all that Was to be found You going to the Bodega? Or am I? Truant 0
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