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Apr 2015
You hear that?
That faint echo
Luring you closer
Telling you to let go.
The quiet mumur
Plants an idea
Wanting to grow
Curiosity keeps it alive
Lust dispels any divide.
But I see no sun
I'm closed off from it
I want to leave
But I fail to have the means
Just leave me be echos
Your torment will not work on me
Grant Horst
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Grant Horst  Wisconsin
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