Sadie's running,
Maybe not towards
This end of history,
I can feel her lilt,
and that of a boy
I knew.
They're both victims of
Something I can't ascribe.
They're running,
It's a fix.
I hope they see things
that fill them with
eternity's
wings.
Being Here It’s ghia here in Kelter There’s nothing to filter the water is lovely It’s clear that here is wild and pure And Nobody owns h...
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