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nana122
Alone
Aug 29, 2008 21:33
The Air is still
but the streets are not
I breathe in the cold
November air, and I think
How I wish I could fly
over the trees, travel
through the clouds and all around
freedom
,
thoughs
,
flying
,
poems
,
art
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