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Aug 2015
I am not what you think!
I am a door to unparalleled joy,
I am a wild tree that grows,
I am green even in winter,
For all the world even knows,
Many are my "faults" but none see
What the future brings,
Obedient to the path you follow
That you're told to isn't the right thing.

I am a golden feather, a magic coin,
I float upon the streams to be found,
I can answer you with only this logic;
You are tomorrow, you are the future,
You are going to find your way,
Even if you did so with engel "magic,"
Yours is what you seek. But please remember:

Most importantly,
I am an open door through which you can enter,
Cast off all of your fears, your death and disdain,
Start over, be yourself, leave, come back, go free,
Forget your bitterness and despair,

*...or hold on to all of your anger, your pain...
Alan S Bailey
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     ---, Elisa Maria Argiro, Batool, GaryFairy and SPT
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