I would like to go there
flowers in my hair
climb that wall too tall for me
hear the angels whisper again
Someone is waiting for me
to grow out of rain and loneliness
but I am a pterodactyl lost in the scorches
and ridges of existence
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the sieve and the sand 
This is as incredible as it was almost a decade ago
Thank you 🙂 Ohhh, I had forgotten, i used to write stuff! I need to get back on the horse or however the saying goes…