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Jan 2013
Notions towards the end of time fly by endlessly.
I think of the one who let it slip
in a realm in which i call my own i fly away
I remain open to whatever may cross my path
time is nearing, we all must now let go
and follow our spirits home.
belle
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belle  Kentucky
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