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Grassy field

16 Feb , 2014  

Haven’t slept I drift and can’t breathe I burn and sweat and wish you were near .. During this I have dark thoughts of my longevity. alone as a been for a long time jaded by smar by tarnished feelings ideals love i turn and see your face and I play it cool.. slow like a dancing escaping fire and your eyes winding me down to a place not here or there but just out of touch into the grassy meadow over the hill where you sit waiting for me . Often not yet but soon

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