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Nov 07, 2007 16:11

its a dream scape pulled out of my head
a vision, an illusion, or what ever
dances alone in the dark on my bed
however
its only a dream, my mind
the things i fancy and the things i long
but what about whats behind?
a boat waiting for nothing on the river of a song..
rhyme and rhythm splash along the wake
a high indigo sky reaches out in the zenith
reflected over a pool of depth where i have awaken.
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