October 26, 2012
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Thoughts and images,
roll through my head,
like tears on a window pane,
or butter on bread,
powerful folklore, tells unto thee
like waves in an ocean,
a ship on the sea.
Never be hidden, but never be found
make them go in cicles,
round and around.
Find me a silverfoot,
talk all alone.
Think of experiences,
dreams all alone.

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