Critical Analysis #1 |
in dreams |
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since 2001-07-16
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an afternoon sunrise melts in my hands, dewdrops cling to emerald grass blades, shards of glass cut through the light, tears scattered upon the window pane. gazing through my glass protector, high noon, and the moon floats lazily by, lightning slices through the hot winter night, with eyes wide open, i drift contently off to dream. |
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