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This house, it does not speak of me I am unknown to these adobe walls these cool clay floors I press my feet against wanderlust, I dance desert nights alone, roam these sands to drink and drink of moon thirst for stars to call me home I travel endless nights painted blue with black wait until sunlight warms my room once more to bloom in wild fields with you
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
In wild fields
This house, it does not speak of me I am unknown to these adobe walls these cool clay floors I press my feet against wanderlust, I dance desert nights alone, roam these sands to drink and drink of moon thirst for stars to call me home I travel endless nights painted blue with black wait until sunlight warms my room once more to bloom in wild fields with you
ca-guilfoyle
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
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