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Feb 2014
Oh that old dirt road
Leading to my once
One and only home
I miss you.

You've been stained
With blood and tears
But blessed
With laughter and love

You led me to light

You were
a beacon
of hope

an escape

my ecstasy

my everything.

But in the end
your only just
An old dirt road

And my memories
Aren't written in stone
No, they left with the wind
So I shall make new ones
On another old dirt road
Again and again.
Rachel Ueda
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Rachel Ueda
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