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Nov 2014
Falling sick on a journey
Over a field of dried grass

My dream hops away, rustling;
My life slides away, beckoning,

I run away to the beats of the gong.
Ezra
Written by
Ezra  New York City
(New York City)   
625
   --- and Erenn
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