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Nov 2012
I dance through the once so solid brick,
i twirl around the weeping willows that chase my skin,
My finger tips graze the tops of the daises as i ponder the abundant blue sky,
I dance because i am FREE
I run far away from the clawing thorns and dance towards the Lilly's.
Running as the wind washes me like a clear river in the spring...
I am FREE to dance!
Passion fire hope
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Passion fire hope
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