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East beckons,

With her long fingernails; 

Those covered eyes under long dreamy phantoms.

The wind whispers; tangled, a prisoner 

In the strands of time. 

Her nightgown dances in the light,

Tingling the corners of my soul.

She swings back and forth, twirling the air around.

I want to stay on this spot forever!

Weightless, Rooted, free!


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