Assorted handfuls of dreams
remember when life waseasy as sunday's in spring
sweet as sticky little fingers
have we lost ourselves
changing
colors
running
to erase what has been done
trying so hard to fix
what has not been broken
do you remember a time
when you truely
loved
yourself....
Poetry by Randi Jung
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Written on 2006-06-24 at 16:12
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