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Aug 2014
I spy
With my little eye
The way out of here
Chasing the winds that brought me here
Shimmering waters surrounding my island of thoughts
The golden fire of the sunset
Taking it's last breath of the day

I spy
With my little eye
A way to runaway
Escape the chains of fate
Shown through the reflection of the looking glass
I can't live within the prison of fear anymore
I can do this on my own.
Jessica Schreiber
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