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Who I Am

Who I Am
I am sleeping in between the pages of a book
I am the stones you wander over, oblivious
I am memories of places I have been
I am water flowing silently toward the ocean
I am tiny tangles in silky black hair
I am grey clouds on a summer day
I am green specks in your puppy brown eyes
I am the bitter tears, crusty on the child’s sandy cheek
I am remembering the sensation of cool rain on my upturned face
I am rain trying to seep through the cracks in the roof
I am airborne, dancing with the autumn leaves, unsure of my home




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blwblw1 said...
Mar. 4, 2012 at 6:43 pm:

i have an alarm clock, but i dont use it... i really should so i dont have this alarm clock

"GET UP! YOUR GONNA MAKE US LATE!"

 
blwblw1 replied...
Mar. 4, 2012 at 6:46 pm :
im so sorry, this was supose to be on the last peom :(
 
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