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to Whomever
by Charlie Morganthere we were. writing to the wind,
and sending i love your sameness, as me.
anima is met, she thinks for me, for her.
relive my life for me, oh willa cather
of the 21st Century, westward bound,
on an east-bound cloud of images.
find for me, essence. i found so many
false worths, so many values, that upon
inspection were merely gilded, not pure.
come back to retrieve me, my heart; take me
with you on your return trip thru the paths
worn by you and so many nameless others. 05/23/2011 Posted on 05/23/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/24/11 at 04:17 AM By the time we're wise enough to realize all of this, we're generally too old to believe in it any more, don't you think? Or, maybe if it's not age, it's circumstance. Would that the wind carry me to that time, and find us, likehearted, and face to face for the duration. Now THAT would be SOME magic!!! |
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