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is it the passion for living that keeps you up at
night?
the swell inside your breast
have you looked at the stars tonight
and lets not forget the moon
i could swim in the sweet night air
its chilliness warms me and refreshes
a sunrise on the farm
with the horses
these gentle souls that know how to be
quiet
and listen to absolutely nothing
yes i feel the grass with my bare feet
yes i want to feel it with my bare body
every inch of me
would you think me crazy?
rolling around on the sweet morning
dew
(the appalled looks of my
neighbors)
these are my gems,
forget diamonds, daisies are far more
beautiful
the education of my soul
oh far too many walls
my consciousness is over conscious
and my passion sometimes exhausting
she says be amazing but some days
my passion is locked inside
muted by the ordinary routine
sometimes coming out only in a desperate
run
sweat and tears and freedom
do you understand?
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