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LOSTI look toward the easternly winds a family stands together faces emotionally distraught and I appear solemn To the west, a fiery gust blows haze has fallen veiling the path intense heat warms the senses vision blurred follow either unknowingly - predictable trail - uncharted waters I, the others, are lost Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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