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Apr 2015
the moon is cast, high in the sky and so far away
I long for the fields that span endlessly into
absolute nothingness.

I cannot bear the industrialized life,
dreaming, there are no gas filled automotives
or smoke stacks pouring their noxious fumes
into the sky.

I sit on the shoreline, and watch the clouds pass me by.
Waiting, I could wade in
and simply say goodbye.
not a poem about death, just random words, understand?
witchy woman
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witchy woman  28/F/here, there & everywhere
(28/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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