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Friday, March 24, 2006
maybe i could write
There was once someone here.
Breathing calmly the air. With feet swaying softly over the ground. With a wildness contained within a soul at peace. I saw her once here. Sitting on the ancient stones, listening to the talkings of the earth- to the musings of the heavens; With thoughts wandering up into the clouds. There used to be someone here. Within this violation of space. Quiet, but with a zest unfazed; Living, with a spirit undead. I hope to find me here again. But these ancient stones have no clue. 2 Comments:
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