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Jul 2013
i spread my arms
and hands to the winds
willing that their touch
will whisk me away
to a place where i
can start over

but the farthest
it took me,
was to my bed
and as it was
about to fly
out and back
into the depths
of  darkness
it whispered,

*"keep dreaming."
petals
Written by
petals  canada
(canada)   
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