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Fragment Of The On Rolling Heart
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Forward From The Transcendence Down at the corrie we explored.
She seemed to be holding it all together,
one scene after the over.
Her bare feet rest on top the mud,
while she dig her toes in.
the water runs
to rinse them.
she looks of evergreen,
standing like angel in front of me.
the Sun peeks through
the crowds of leaves
to freackle her cheeks.
The bottom of her dress
soaked from all the kicking
and screaming.
She pants from of lack of breathe,
and still laughs like a demon.
Wed run around in circles
till evening,
then sit and listen to
each others breathing.
She isnt here now,
but even now.
She makes it easy to smile.
