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Imprints on the Soul

Monday, October 20, 2008

I want to sit by the shore
Bottle in hand, sand in my shoe
Talking to the stars, singing to the moon

I want to walk the mile
ending in your house, waiting at your door
Smiling to your face, kissing in your wake

I want to run away
from the dreams that are, stories untold
Unfolding in me, a child, someone I never knew
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