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Apr 2014
-Visions Of Two-

The mirage seems so intent.
pointing, and calling me from a far.
For days, i hear its voice.
Like the crash of a waterfall.

Then this shadow.
Always two steps ahead.
Constant, with the mocking.
But just as lost, as i am.
Willdaberry Blue
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Willdaberry Blue
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