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i'm forever removed now from those independent days.
security, dependability...they have fallen wayside bound as everything always was.
Humility joins hands with reluctance, while trubador packs them bags for another journey south.
i've been here before, you see. pulling clothes off hangers, removing objects from shelves too soon for them to even have collected dust.
there is dust this time.
these amassed trinkets bear the burden of finality, and somewhat of a joy.
a joy that the sun prematurely set on while my eyes were still closed to drink in it's peaceful rays.
over hills my gaze now wearies...
this old maid wanted permenance, family, and lifelines moral and supportive.
instead, she relents to hit that dusty trail before nightfall shadows will have consumed her. |
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Posted by kmalbro on 2008-01-03 13:39:47 | Rating: | Views: 52
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This is really amazing....If you wrote that you should def keep writing...wow..
kayla ann
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Posted by sacrificedangel
on 2008-01-03 13:46:53
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thank you so much :)
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Posted by kmalbro
on 2008-01-03 15:10:37
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It is just a matter of time until you are discovered. (Just remember us when you make it big!)
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Posted by HungryHeart
on 2008-01-04 00:30:29
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That back porch sure has some great inspiration.
Make sure your new destination has another back porch, you have seem to found your niche in life there.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2008-01-04 11:45:52
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