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Purring is fine, just as long as you don't spit 2012-07-02
So it's true Once you strip away The blinders from your childhood The magick is lost Or perhaps transformed Your old playground Has become some other child's Astral temple Your power needs to come from another place A source deep inside Your imagination Must be freed from the burden of Nostalgia The most beautiful place in the world Still is But There is nothing of myself left here I'm not sure why I thought there would be As if I would return and find An eight year old Version of myself Running across bridges That no longer exist Picking invisible strawberries From thin Air What once were redwoods Are now cedars Half of those even gone Turned into a bridge or a barn somewhere Cleared to make way for Another man's dream And why not? This is their place now ~M
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