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My Emily

Tides cold by far steams oozing dimension Sailing to streams in birth travels fired dream Dissolve to brisk winds unspoken thought delusion Steam to sip steps forgiven silence moment Captivity acquainted as deed Surreal distance never revealed Pure luck Timeless fog Bitter potting in tears Catch me in white edges Holding moony smile Free me as wind flies me to birth land

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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