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Jul 2012
As if
the taproot of my spine.
And you grew roots from your feet
as we both tried to run,
but the earth turns,
so we are anchored,
but each heart carries.
So our wanderlust
leaves us spread the world
but you say it isn't enough
to fly with sparrows,
and die with another.
Miss Honey
Written by
Miss Honey  California
(California)   
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   Alexis Martin
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