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Feb 2012
Fields and forests,
         Clouds and thunder
             Mean nothing to me -
Is what I would say
If what was on my mind
Was even slightly resembling
The strength of your mind.

Unfortunately though
I cannot part from this world
Until my very last gesture
Is reaching-up-to-the-sky.

And I cannot leave this place,
And I hate you for saying
That the only thing keeping
You here is I.
Me
Written by
Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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   Ben
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