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Feb 2013
...Sit with me
and we'll glide
within a wingless
flight
and think about the things
that are free
You and I
and a dream
will linger
beneath an old tree
with a smile and a kaleidoscope
and a cool shade
from the blues
of empty skies
Hold
the last beauty
of the sunset
and we'll keep this memory
while the skies fade
into another
sleep...
Mek
Jun09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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