Title:  the second row

Author:   eric88
Category:   Life
Keywords:  eight

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a moments looked upon the street and one would notice a fleet of men

not of skin and not of blood but of st.one and of wood

a moments time spent alone, one would wonder what one owns

a lake meadow lie a mountain side climb,a breath makes you want to breathe

makes you want to know your me, makes you want to crave identity

a ship in the water with the anchor down, sailing amongst the chains from which its held down

do you know what i do see. or am i but a figment of your imagination,

shuffle once more, play the hand, trust the dealer, if only i can



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