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Island Paradise


My island paradise,

all alone, 

just my sketch book and pencils.

My hands are empty,

my life is dull.

Without my book and pencils I have no home, 

my island paradise,

all alone.

My life has no purpose,

without them in my hands.

But I surived,

a no mans land. 

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