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Jul 2012
Faint songs, riding and twisting on
the wind; distorted melodies ripple in a
pool by the
waterfall.  Musty memories rot in
a forgotten room, as my
heart fills the void.  A
weightless flight, dimming to
the sun, fading like
the moon,
spending one summer,
Alone.
April 23, 1995

I wrote this when I was 12, so go easy on me.
Left Brained Poet
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   jasmine
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