Dreaming of essences of life, collecting in pools of
tears as we wade through despair.
Seeing strife dangling from trees like ivy on a wall.
Lights silently generating thoughts easily, as glowing,
they mesmerize minds into tranquil atmospheres of
every day grief.
(7: 18 p.m. - 12/12/08)
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