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often times I wander to a place I keep within mirrored halls and blankets set with lace whispers kept alive adorn the pillow (by my bed) echoes fall to shadows left by grace I am here as I am there restless as the night free to come and go as I would please one to live and one to write another I am loved - a breath away a promise on the breeze
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