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Oct 2010
Aloof are the clouds
so cold they can be
daydreaming up at them
they run right by me

seems not long ago
when I still touched the sky
the zepherous monuments
let me in by and by

and a whole week it’s been
since I felt their embrace
stumbling and tumbling
the caress of wind on my face

so good it felt
a release from average todays
better than my vices
and adventurous ways

but now I just lay here
waiting for a time
when you lay here instead
daydreaming you’ll see a silhouette. Mine
Written by
Thomas Owen
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