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Jan 2012
its easy to see where ive been.
i leave trails of crooked prints.

the dust i kick up take the form of the lost hope.
it hangs in the air waiting for me to come back.

my long lost cries that shattered the air are left as pieces,
they disgues them self as petals that gave into the wind.

quite eyes can see me running.

its easy to see where im going.
Kyla
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Kyla
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