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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2005 Dec 05 Comment on this Work [[2005.12.05.06.19.20977]] |
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One hour and thirty-five cents and I think I could forget all about her face I could walk without thoughts of you curling further into my arms I see the trees grow; dancing in my eyes (a tiny reflection of the universe) and here by firelight with the night in full flight I sit with patientce conversing with every tear I've ever shed of time, and miracles, embraces, and lonely nights So there I stayed until the morning stood tall in victory debating the meaning of my memories (satisfied and still breathing) |