In a couple of weeks I'll return to the hollow, and if only in my dreams you will want to follow. The picnic that I pack will be filled with wine and words, and poems that I've written, with each days lessons learned. I pray that you will find, it in your heart a kind, of want to start a new, chapter in that book, where no else will look, where we can leave behind, and touch each others mind. A chance to cleanse the past, and show that we can last, like the friends we were before, to show that we are more.
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