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Apr 17, 2004 20:32

thinking about the past ( Read more... )

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palisade. ceana April 17 2004, 18:10:13 UTC
and there i was at fourteen.
spinning with my arms out like a scarecrow.
walking down monroe to the park and dancing up madison.
with my eyes closed, your feet sounded like a symphony of strings.
you picked me up and whispered "forever" like a secret in my ear.
to smile (like it caused the grass to bend).
the warm wind and these memories are gifts that i could never comprehend.
i died that day.
but something was born inside of me that i cannot explain away.

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winds of change. gazingatstars April 19 2004, 18:28:46 UTC
wondering if the messege was sent,
given to the right person.
wondering if i'm crazy for feeling as i do.
the road i took had been a wrong turn,
or so i had thought.
the winds are changing,
some a little to fast.
allow the dust to settle,
i hope we can work this all out.

my dream has always remained the same...
although the circumstances in which the dream happened
seem to have changed.
maybe someday jared, what do u think?

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