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How humorous are those curious little frames displaying works of art They are becoming Little presents wrapped in transparent paper teasing me with treasure within I am becoming A man drowning out at sea with the shores of his destination just in sight You are becoming The tree blowing in the wind indifferent to the bending of its branches
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Becoming
How humorous are those curious little frames displaying works of art They are becoming Little presents wrapped in transparent paper teasing me with treasure within I am becoming A man drowning out at sea with the shores of his destination just in sight You are becoming The tree blowing in the wind indifferent to the bending of its branches
marie-vaughn
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
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