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The Drawing of Circles

It lingers without trace, and for evidence we seek Long away from eyes prying Further off the path from crashers feet To this place of solitude To this place promised to let one be free This state that borders euphoria That questions all we'd once believed Is it love? Is it life? Is it friendship? Is it to drain exhale complete? Is it freedom? Is it quiet? Is it a place of retreat? Lingers if sobering into the withdrawl of sleep That escapes nuances of time and the desires of others needs And so beyond we cast search Beyond the flecks of faultering gold we see In hopes to come full circle In hopes to find true peace.

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Date: 7/9/2016 1:37:00 AM
BIANCA, nicely penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. Love ~SKAT~
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