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Mar 2010
Don’t lead people astray
Or tell them what they want to hear
Reality is not dust
And the wind is not always clear
For it can be calmly still
Or push against your heart or towards your will

The days I would spend musing
About a balance in love that was
Not real.  Are days of the past
Because the future is coming
And hopefully the wind is still
Written by
jeebs
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