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Mar 2015
I don’t know what it is
that pulls me to you
a magnet to my inner soul
I’m growing weak with struggle
you're enticing me to jump all in
I don't want to get my hair wet
I'm terrified that this journey of falling in love
(eyes closed)
makes us blind to the dead end sign, just there down the road
but now the tide is low and calm, you say
I’m coming……
I’ll be there……
I’m wading ever slow….
Ariel Hill
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Ariel Hill
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