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The hours of stillness
granted the world, somewhere between many cigarettes, coffee and memories. Waves lap the shore with reliance, distant lights, faint murmuring of night once again. If by chance you happen upon this writing, a message in the outlines, and stars, where is a bottle when you need one" search for me, on distant shores, my" how I need you. Just a message, a word or two, sent to whom ever you are. Just a thought, someone is waiting that needs me too. "Patience is everything, time is a thief" a quote from a lonely man. I`ll leave my name drawn here in the sand, I think the child in us all. Leave my heart, for who might find it, desperate to return it to me. One more quote from every heart in the world.. Please hurry"....Lane
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