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Mar 2014
Over the distance and hilltops and historic buildings
I can see it glisten.
As the door exhales and my life of the day shuts
I whisper to a distant faith
Hoping that yours is out there
                                                      waking,
And not sending a last flight of experience
Through a window I've left open
                                                     and silent.
Written by
Cheshi
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   --- and mybarefootdrive
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