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written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)



Her hair was light,
like the sun

and her eyes were blue,
like the sky.

And since the first time
he heard her say his name,
she owned his heart.

She walked within unseen walls;
she let no one get too close.

Especially him,
whose love she feared was true.

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Just a man from northern California, living on a beautiful acre of high desert I call Goose Ridge.
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