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Sunday, September 21

Too Soft [8.23.08]

The lines ride
to the sides
gliding from and by

What was the consequence
of the light touching
the moon?

Could the reflection
of reality still
effect my dream?

The importance of it all
spins in a cycle
threatening lively souls

you-ing and i-ing
what is?
you as i and i as you
Posted by lilyy at 5:14 PM

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