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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Dreams after night
they stay with me like a horizontal flash
the light stays and all all is dark

stories weave though me like ghosts
and i stand
still no matter how much i move

the ghosts
are loud but i can't tell what they are saying
for if i could i could respond

but would i
when even awake
the dreamworld haunts me
with its absence
Posted by you tell me at 6:20 AM

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