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Oct 2020
Wide open spaces
Far away places
Where the sun rests on it's cloudy bed at the top of the high peak
The thoughts of dreams
Of maybe tomorrow schemes
As if we have forever to achieve all that we seek
This journey we take
That we constantly break
Lazy work rising to the fore
Civilised heart
Failing to start
Living behind a closed door

Perhaps

This is our forever
Our whatever

No longer waiting for the end to come
j a connor
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   Bek Blanchard
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