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Mar 2013
I'm searching for a voice.
It came to me on a breeze,
as tantalizing as Spring in the Summer.

Have you heard a voice?
It told me all about your dream.
It told me all about the King of Summer.

Have you seen a trail?
The path grew grass and I lost my way.
The sun so hot, I evaporate.

The other side looks great.
I feel so heavy I'm about to break.
Floating backwards in the greyest state.
Written by
Tyler Parsons  SLC, UT
(SLC, UT)   
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