Go
Waft me to your riverDread me to your desert
I cannot search your plane
Again.
Keep me away somehow.
Our natures are too wild to
Merge naturally.
Muse on us
Then parachute away.
I will head down run
Toward the wall
That will not hold
Our silhouettes.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-06-05 at 05:22
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