Is it death
Who has come to claim my soul
Is it a friend
Who will comfort and greet me
I don't know
The light behind him
Shines so bright
A shadowy figure is all I see
Nomadic
Homeless No The world is my home Nomadic life Traveling here and there Never staying in one place to long Meeting new faces Exploring new...
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Gay or straight Gay or straight I get asked this all the time Which am I I don’t know And I don’t care Why must we place a label on everythi...
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Life is like a boxing match It throws it's pounches You duck a few You side set a few However Sometimes you get hit Sometim...
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