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Gradual Awakening 31 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

YOUR DREAMS, are filled with anxieties.
YOUR DRUGS, are filled with hope.
A GLIMPS of your deserted island, and
in your hand a tv remote.
JOHN STEINBECK, sweet thursday.
VIRGINIA WOLFF, drowns in her words.
MARY SHELLY, creats a monsters, and
that monsters looks like me or you.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 14, 2005

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