A Place To Be
they came through the mirror
solemnly passing
on this thin web
to you I am asking
drink with me
lay with me
in the frost
or in the sand
which ever it is
hold my hand
in and out of those ole ways
when no shadows grew for days
we roamed the land, a mid the trees
searching for a place to be
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