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Jun. 11th, 2011 11:44 amWhat freedom was--
A shared song
A field of red daisies
A reason to dance naked
Blood running down my thighs
The drumbeat getting louder:
We have all the time in the world.
This is what I saw--
A spinning wheel of dreams,
there beneath your feet.
.....................
only the lonely can play.
A shared song
A field of red daisies
A reason to dance naked
Blood running down my thighs
The drumbeat getting louder:
We have all the time in the world.
This is what I saw--
A spinning wheel of dreams,
there beneath your feet.
.....................
only the lonely can play.
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