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Sunday, March 27, 2011

I cant get your form out of my mind
fresh air has cleared the cobwebbs for these smog ridden lungs
all I want to do is run off and live in a tree house in the tops of the red woods of humboldt
I'am a sinner she is the chalice I pour from
she makes me feel so strong that words are fleeting
so I stop

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