Perfect Place

No room no walls no soft place

Where I could fall.

Everything seems foreign 

but I kept living my life. 

And I realise People who I met 

I fall for some or some I forgot.

No emotions no regrets

Nothing seems permanent.

Because there’s no perfect place 

Where you allow yourself to rest.

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