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May 2011
how did it come to be, this silence all around me..

i see your eyes intimating a river, makes my body shiver.

when your heads down low, and the stream becomes a flow

i promise to never let you go. when i hold your head tight to my chest your river

you may rest, stare up at me and i will be looking back.

where is all the laughter at?
the froyo
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   heidi
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