HomesickA Poem by Grace Kobylinski
I'm homesick
for a place that's not a place, it's a person. A permanent homesick is how I'll remain because their arms no longer exist.
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StatsAuthorGrace KobylinskiSan Jose , CAAboutGrace. 24. California. Poland. Dog Lover. Writer. Poet. Tea Addict. Waitress. Country Girl At Heart. Solemn Hearted Lover. more..Writing
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