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Created on 12-12-07
Woo is how I woke after the day dream, not the night dream we all wake to in heavenly cream. No knot slabbed on my wide forehead, and no shivers through my veins of red. I'm one shower down looking for the door, walking with an unsteady pace related to drunk and poor. A leave so soft it penetrates not one ear, and dives into leaf piles ease no actual fear...
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