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Feb 2015
I'm running through the door
To your meadow.
Tall grass of green
Sprinkled with yellow.
My feet sink in soil so soft.

I'm crossing over the white picket fence
To your ocean.
Oysters with life.
My tears add to salt water.
Vivid dreams lately.
Kelly EC
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Kelly EC
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