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January 12, 2012

  • Words on Pages

    Words on pages make escapes
    Stories tales and fantasy
    I go there rather drastically

    This morning is a shocked heart
    Adrift with no goal
    In the middle of the book
    But fearing the end

    I am cold but thankful and don't know what to say.

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  • The end.

    • 1/12/2012 10:29 PM
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