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My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: Pale hand gripping my pen. While the ghosts of my youth all sworn to the truth Call my name again. Well, I may be a hostage to summer But Im a hostage, not a slave. And Im clear that I wish you were here On this postcard day.
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| Date | Location | Entries |
|---|---|---|
| October 4th, 2007 |  Biri Island, Philippines | First trip to Biri | 12 Photos Updated: October 4th, 2007 |