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Aug 2012
The wake lies before me and I'm stuck paddling like a dog.
Panting and out of breath and my breath does not cease to be taken.
If I could be taken, if I could be taken and have my choice of where to go.
Believe me you don't want to know. The fields would get me high just from the sight. The night sky ever so beautifully explodes and I just begin my life.
These words these dreams am I dreaming?
Dreaming again perhaps but I don't want to wake up this time.
Touch my face again, it's almost real. But not quite enough.
These dreams these thoughts they are perpetual in their circular paths.
Almost predictable.
This was unprecedented. I didn't think I had this in me. And i don't think I have it in me for me to even consider me.
Can't place any blame. Period. human nature is far from natural
cynthia
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