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[wand_r]

we are the witched out wanderers of the world
the changeling children who shout unheard
the breathless bright who don't belong
who stopped to look and tarried too long
and were trapped
this side of myth
with only a posy for rememberance
some how it seems
we slept through the kiss

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[_blackjack_]

I like this. It makes me think of high school (in a good way). And New Model Army.

[wand_r]

Thanks. I wrote it shortly thereafter, actually ... it's been stuck in my head for the entirety of the weekend and I was hoping to exorcise it.