A poem by Amanda Wells In the morning I do cry Neither artist or staple mind Separated, I am wondering From my people, I am fumbling Stuck halfway between Two separate worlds Now I'm permitted entrance neither I thought two doors would be twice as many But two doors has become neither of any Cast away, homeland deserter But in the new land,...

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This is a first go with no editing so it might be a little rough. Just some thoughts lately on how our greatest dreams and desires often are just out of our comfort zone. A place in life I believe to be good and a spot we should embrace. Fear I embrace You've always been a faithful friend Where ever I find you...

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