October 31, 2010
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See the parting of a price check
Changing beaches just as light leaves
Frigid washes of coming eaves
Feelings so commonplace they feel foreign

Now we rewrite futures
Denying no one cycles of seas
The land is biased
But some are immovable
In high spirits they guide

Charging through shrubbery entangled weeds

They drop hints of fulfillment
Rooftops are no longer skyscrapers
So dare to jump through as you please

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