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by amor May 30, 2006 category : Love, romance / desired love
Along these path of gravel and stones i often run wildly unknown there is only me and the moon whose lights will dim soon the only source of contentment was the wind rushing through my skin every step is monotonous every jam seems to loose faster and faster i run each short breath was important the rough stones hurt my small feet but i won't accept defeat the earth was pushing me below where the strong rivers flow yet this heart will never be blue because it keeps running into YOU.