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Sunday, December 31, 2006
Long lay the legs of a shaky traveller
wandering aimlessly down dirt roads.
Skinny arms gripping so tight
with all their might, desperate to hold-
still love slips away
like a crows shed feather in the wind
flying from place to face.
Stories to be, a new
beginning beholds...
posted by Milli
at 12/31/2006 03:09:00 AM
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