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long day's journey.

Stamped: 12.6.08

We'll walk along the cool night wind
and be comfortably cut off,
existing in our own sphere,
silent, fragile,
yet enduring like the years.


We'll walk along our colored path
made glowing and grey
by the moon's approval.
Look at me with your hands.
This is ours to hold.

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