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Jun 2014
The air is thick with dreams.
I feel it as I take that first step through the barred gates.
Some people may call it a prison,
But it is no prison:
Well worn stone with marks of leaves;
Draping trees from the sky to my thighs;
Calmness lurking throughout the grass.
The earth is merely taking itself back.
Written by
Amanda
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   PoetWhoKnowIt and Ann Voge
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