Tuesday, July 21, 2009

This Is Real Comments

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I step outside and feel the bright warmth of the sun in my hair.
The grass has dried and peeled, the night's cold, right under there.
The place where we let our bodies lay while we were in love.
The chase that had never saw ease. Stay while we fly above.
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