Wednesday, June 9, 2010

In A Fantasy Comments

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In a deep crevasse there exists a fine dividing line,
A place where clocks don’t tick, there’s no need for time,
In this place there lives a man, a child like person of no refrain,
He shouts at the moon and cries to the wind and screams at rain,
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