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Thursday, April 3, 2014

It's mine

I don't care if it was phantom
The feel was right
It still feels good
I saw the worst last night
The bad delivered with a smile
I'm still here
The river has not dried
I'm alive 
The circle
This is my own
I've always wanted it
It's something that I can hold
I can work with the circle
Posted by Unknown at 9:50 PM

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