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Feb 2012
I'll see you,
When the rain comes pouring down.
I'll see you,
When the earth starts turning 'round.
Caught up in that hurricane,
All alone on the whirlwind train.
From now on,
We will never be the same.

Fragility combined,
Makes storm clouds in the mind.
Temporary lives,
Go flying on the breeze.
Coincidence is never, ever
What it seems.
No direction home,
To what once came before.

Like butterflies in the wind...
phocks
Written by
phocks  Brisbane, Australia
(Brisbane, Australia)   
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