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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A Fleeting Dream
I reach out to hold her hand,
She pulls away.
I try to walk her side,
Her strode evades.
I look in her eyes,
Her pupils lose mine.
As I strive, as I yearn for her,
Wisdom
walks away.
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