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My travels start  Right here  Deep in my mind, My travels take me just where I please, I don’t have  To leave my warm room.   My travels start, Sixteen, sun Beating down,
As I embark on my bucket-list travels,There is something I wish to unravel,To see my skills at penning poetry,Over which currently I have no mastery  
There is something divine about uncertainty To know that blessings are just around the corner Maybe you are the blessing Maybe I am the blessing   There is something divine about being a blessing
shook   her feet
This tundra is vast. Colder than I thought. Nothing breathes life here and only the beasts can find sustenance.   Where can I go? No matter which direction
I met you once on the side of the road you were walking in no particular direction You said your name was wanderer  and you were searching for an end   At night you slept looking at your compass
Half-mad with cold and hungerthe rattling of his cup a gunshot in her ears.She averts her eyes,unable to stare.
In this crazy, unorthodox life, I am a traveler. I don't let the enraged boundaries keep me from exploring the untouchable. I seek adventure in the smallest of miracles, 
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