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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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breathe in these darkened streets as the wind howls
feel it shiver across your cheek.
these horizons feel so bleak, but still theres warmth and a bitter end.
theres Laughter hidden in the silent grass
with skinned knees and those careless dreams.
lost paths worn with years of pacing, a queit shell against the world
easily forgotten. So simply left behind.
But roots that set tell the truest tales
and with time, we all know where we began.