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Apr 2014
I close my eyes once again,
I'll be laying soundly,
in the gypsy field,
with the sun on my skin,
and the smell of the crisp air,
the feel of grass on my bare feet...
but a loud noise brings me back to reality.
Nameless
Written by
Nameless  martin, TN
(martin, TN)   
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