lying in a field . . . staring at a blank page the wind is soft but wild against my skin, . . . robbing me of warmth i want to go home and lie on my bed ...thoughts of my day running through my head i want to relax, let my cares melt away ...watch the sunset seal the grave of day . . . but i can't go home . . . . . i just lie in this field . . . . . . . the wind has died . . . . . . . . . i let down my shield i'm alone but i can't go home
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