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Mar 2013
My feet are planted-
but not permantly.

Being around you-
has made me see.

There's a storm inside me-
wanting to let go.

The things you say-
but the things you show.

Doubt and furry come quite fast-
being with you will not last.

The vibe that I get from you-
doesn't make me happy, but blue.

Damaged and broken is where I've been-
looking for peace, going out on a limb.

From inside me a warm light grows-
feelling His primise, what He says shows.
Butterfly
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