stamped from a similar clay
the tilt of the head
the dress
the smile
in a previous time
we parted company
you going home
to a small safe room
to a small town
to mom and dad
this time just seeing
the picture by the lake
snippets of your wishes
naive at heart
an innocent blown here
then somewhere else
blown by the world
that yearns to be deceived
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