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| Monday, September 24, 2007, 9:01:29 AM |
A cold hand on my forehead pulls me back to reality far away my eyes walked wandered to the sun licked valleys and blue stone heights that only I know flaxen hair hazel eyes reminiscent of clouds with golden linings there’s a world of darkness kneeling behind them shivering with memory and premonition but nevertheless with intangible light worn, faded into xxxxxxxxxxx |
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