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Thursday, July 9, 2009

Escapist

Summer
It's never the movie depiction
But it's the time we feel alive
The time our heart runs wild

The sky was a perfect shade of blue
A blue I haven't seen for quite some time now
And I saw his face
For if only a momentary glimpse into the future

My tainted mind forgotten
As I wondered the path of vivid memory
The sun smiled
And I let go of myself

Escaped what we call reality
If only for a brief second
I numbed my brain
And created a wonderland forever missed

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