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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Flying

So many nights
I dream the air
great company
awaits up there
But every time
I touch the sky
I find myself
in the dirt,
like rain.

or, mud.
I guess.
Posted by Mr. James at 4:04 AM
Labels: Shoes

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