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Wednesday, September 12, 2012


I wish I could chase away the shadows,
be the cleansing rain,
I want to start the "ever,"
and be there to end the "after."
My Cherokee sister,
how much I love you,
The sun, the moon, the stars that shine,
I wish were mine to offer...

© April 18, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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