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Mar 2014
promise me you'll stay wild
promise me that the rivers will always flow through your veins
and your spine will always be the mountains you lived in for so long
promise me the hard streets of the city wont take away your love for the sunrise or the way the lakes reflection was almost as perfect as the freckles in your eyes
promise me you wont trade mud between your toes for ***** cab rides at 3 am
promise me the skyscrapers will never be as grand as your imagination
and the subways will never stretch as long as your love for the whisper of the wind between the trees

one day the sun will no longer slump over the intermountain valley you settled your soul in
but bleed over the jagged skyline

so promise me you'll never let your rivers run dry
promise me you'll always smile when pink clouds illuminate the sky
and when you say  "I love you" it never turns into "goodbye"
Promises to myself.
Emma Matson
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Emma Matson
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