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Shock is reality That phone call Warmth from the rain outside Keeps me grounded Like the anchor on my foot First thoughts, old Truth is young People say hello This time I can not Unless I join you In the garden beyond the gates We can feast upon the juices Of the life You took yourself.

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lydia-bailey

New Zealander

Published: Nov 2, 2011
LinesWords: 1756

Notes: this is a fairly rough draft i wrote out in about 10 minutes...

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