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Aug 2010
As i brush the hair from my face
i see it, in a reflection.
tiny whispers of past dreams,
a beacon, a calling.

Hold on, i may be falling
straight through this life
and down to yours.
its funny the things you think of in times like these

i don't think i coulds say please
any more than i do.
i just want you home
before this thought fades
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Daniel august
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