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Mar 2012
Often I am trapped
in prospects of what could be
and this jail
drastically blinds me

While my mind is off
in a reverie
I miss the events
that define my destiny

Kiss me
and bring me back

I no longer yearn to escape this ground
I need you, my anchor, to hold me down
Talon
Written by
Talon  Denver
(Denver)   
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