7/22/11

Nostalgia.

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Where is the good days? of laying in the Ha micks, and breathing air slowly as the wind blows in your face, and every breath is of fresh
and covered with Naive motion
of some longing for something that shall come tomorrow
of an inspiration that might knock on your door
a saying that will spark your heart
how do i get there?
who do i turn to?

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