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Jan 2016
Looking for the answer
I can see it clear as day

Hidden behind words left unspoken
Hoping jilted memories just fade away

Cast my smoldering ashes hither
Steal away with the gypsy wind

Roll away life etched in stone
Scatter silenced reverie far afield

β€œThe hardest thing in life is letting go
Of what you thought was real”



Β© *wild is the wind
traces of being
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traces of being  I really have no name
(I really have no name)   
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