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Wanderer

Wanderer

by Shunta Allen


You tore my heart like paper
                                         So, I folded it into a crane
                    It flew across a sea of grass that became a lion’s mane
   I watched it float on rows of gold 
                                 never crinkling, tearing, or growing old
I let my heart wonder, I set it free
                           in hopes that one day you would bring it back to me

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