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Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Midday Dreams

As the world slows
to the beat of my being
the hard and sharp
edged and cold touch of reality
slips away oh so slow
that even I
dissolve in the warmth of
mind alone
in the fading light as eyes
shut and all that is left
for me to play
memories
faded and broken
and hastily pieced back
together.

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