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Thursday, May 13, 2010

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The wind swept through her hair

people always stop and stare , such a rare beauty

A sweet mind, nothing to hold nothing to find

Bitter is sweet, a mind taken under by the souls of wonder

The pitter and patter of things that never matter dance in her head as she lays in her bed

Nothing to gain nothing to loose only a few know how to follow the rules

A non believer and oh such a dreamer, never to follow always having to swallow things that are bigger than she

A world where she can truly not be free to wonder that restless road

To open her eyes and see the sun rise, take in the light never once a fright

Walk the path upright and free for there is only you there can be no me

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