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forbidden thinking~~
the wind and the rain..
each time I hear her call
out my name..
it's the same old thing
the same old game..
as storms pass on by..
with each and every season..
waterfall's fall from the sky..
and drip down towards the ceiling..
weather changes mood..
and even rusted swings..
remind me ever of childhood..
as slow as time..
revolves around that face of yours..
quietly creeping, slowly sinking..
into what was once before
and abyss of unspoken lore..
a trip into forbidden thinking..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
March 31, 2016
copy rights reserved 2016(c)
0108 hours
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each time I hear her call
out my name..
it's the same old thing
the same old game..
as storms pass on by..
with each and every season..
waterfall's fall from the sky..
and drip down towards the ceiling..
weather changes mood..
and even rusted swings..
remind me ever of childhood..
as slow as time..
revolves around that face of yours..
quietly creeping, slowly sinking..
into what was once before
and abyss of unspoken lore..
a trip into forbidden thinking..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
March 31, 2016
copy rights reserved 2016(c)
0108 hours
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forbidden thinking~~
forbidden thinking~~
