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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Jul 25 Comment on this Work [[2010.07.25.22.16.11696]] |
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Do you ever feel like you're floating? You don't know where your life is going to land? You're riding the wind and bracing yourself for the Harshness that cleanses you and tears at the soft, feathery parts of your being. Can you see where you're going? Can you see the destination? Neither can I. Spinning through the atmospheric blue, I can't see much but I can still see you, And I wonder why you're so nervous. As all Sundays end with a glorious sigh, We're just dandelions soaring through a sandpaper sky. |