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03-Aug-2007 19:20
Does the brutal day
Have any right,
To sever our dreams,
To knife sharply
Across the pondering awareness,
Of our soul.
Where do we belong
In this crazy place
Imagining our desires
Caught within a fevered cloud
Going somewhere very fast
In a circling storm of illusion.
