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Dec 2011
My
Wind in the willows
Breathes on my skin
Beginnng to end
But an end to begin

Sounds on the breeze
Tickled my ears
Washed away stress
Relieved all my fears

Spinning in circles
For so long now
Wanted to stop
Just didn't know how

Pushed and pulled
I feel plucked and stuffed
So many wrong emotions
And I've had enough

I was looking for love
I had no clue
Did all of it wrong
It was keeping me blue

Wanted a new start
New life to mold
Yet running in circles
Is making me old

But I have seen
And knew all along
There's no new beginnings
And my end lives on.
Jayme M Yaroch
Written by
Jayme M Yaroch  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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