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6-9-13

Sometimes I see the motions of the trees and think there's something they're trying to tell me Sometimes I see the motions of the trees and think they can hear the music I'm listening to- and they're dancing along with me I can smell natures breath and I can see it floating on top of the grass I can hear it in the hum of the insects and can feel it as a bat flies past Come with me into the night we can lay in the grass stare at the moon and charge our hearts with light become mesmerized by the sight of constellations in the sky I've layed in the grass so many times that my skin no longer itches or stains I've stared at the stars for so long that my pupils continueally dilate
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Oct 5, 2013
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