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Aug 17, 2005 12:49

the day is gone and my heavy is on.
no way of rhythm my thought is gone.
the shiny blue i knew as you,
are moments fleeting few.

i think of the hazel green i've seen
irises sitting in snow.
swimming to align with mine,
looking at me and me.

(work in progress)
critism apreciated
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