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Nov 2013
Let me sleep for a plethora of ages
if only you would be mine

Let me wander the deserts forsaken by the lack of your figure divine

Let me be buried beneath all the hills with their cavernous caves and high peaks

I pray you, fair goddess, come take my hand
So that both you and I can be complete
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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