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[ananda_daydream]

the eerie silence of
   a house newly woken
so long without sound
   the echoes still lay quiet

days awoken still unrested
   sunlight scarring unsettled eyes
insides twist with the reversal of night

lives flung together, entangled
   as so much lace, connecting
   and seperating in unexpected places

lines which tangle and then come clean
    a world ensnared in black and white

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