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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Cry. I see my laughing daughter in this vision Her hair trails, she floats in midsummer skies She chases my dreams, makes her own decision. She hides in tears, the shadow of my eyes. I held the summer woman for a while. She would not listen, to the whispers of her heart. I held a broken spirit her... Sign in to see full entry.

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