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Dec 2010
Love is like pain.
It waxes and wanes
within my aching veins
and pools up in the rains.
The ground, the sky, my heart, the same.
River, mountain, woods remain.

Singing for tomorrow
and the memories that follow
shading sorrows in the shallow
Hollows of my brain.
Uncertainty, expression, life, the same.
Those that choose to stand remain.
This means a lot of things, I think. I'm not even sure what it is for me. Let me know what it was for you.
Emma
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Emma  Nomad
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