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| I know if I pass through you I'll find another you Lined in a street and sprinkled with dew For the morning comes after Dewdrops seen in view Inviting the sun out to explore your self true. I know you've lived through and seen mansions of stone I know you've carved a name as the arc of streamlight A green lung Amidst sunlight that has since streamed through. |
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The Green Arc
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