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Feb 6, 2006 at 1:10pm
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Edited: February 10, 2006 at 6:13pm
Winter Flight The wind that shapes my words brings me up over the bony trees and white-washed land; the ice on the pond with an ingénue face tightened around the rim reflects fragments of the sky through the arc of my flight. Searching for the secret map of rebirth, I chirp as I fly, hoping to turn the soul inside out to own up to my yearnings, inaudible though my tune may be. Sig by karjia96
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