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Wanderer


Slowly she became lost.

Not knowing who she was.

Piece by piece she misplaced her identity

'til one day she fell

Into a place unknown.

She dropped it all, 

and stared.

Hours, days, weeks, years passed by,

And still she was were she began.

She was stuck 

Trying this way and that,

But no luck came,

Till she stumbled upon a path of lights.

Slowly she picked them up

Never to be lost again.

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