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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

moonrayne

in my
next life
i'll name my dog
moon
my child
rayne
think about
running
rolling
hillsides
at sunset
locked arms with
close strangers
whisper soft names
inside blue walls
outside blue skies
with sunrising walks
and spring rockgardens
all-the-while
catching craw-dads and
climbing impossible pine trees.

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