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Thursday, July 10, 2008


There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills...

Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home



Cause, I built a home...

for you

for me



Until it disappeared

from me

from you



And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust



Out in the garden where we planted the seeds

There is a tree... as old as me

Branches were sewn by the color of green

Ground had arose and passed it's knees



By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top

I climbed the tree... to see the world

When the gusts came around to blow me down

I held on as tightly as you held onto me

I held on as tightly as you held
onto me



Cause, I built a home...

for you

for me



Until it disappeared...

from me

from you



And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

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posted by Primessa Espiritu
July 10, 2008



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