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Sep 2013
The feeling of your skin on my fingers,
Abandons all of my problems .
As I spell out the only one thing I want to say.

Rolling hills like rolling tides,
Represent time Passing faster than I'd like.
So I spell it once more,
Hoping that your Unconscious notes the seven letters.
Forever...
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   Emily Tyler
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