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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Trouble

Trouble

Dosey doors snore and swing.
ascending steps taps footsteps' echo.

Evidently trying to do our jobs
fingers stain white leaved sheets.

Movements are traced, inquisitions
follow us home into dreams' restless sleep.

Imagination bangs its head
on smooth hard walled corridors

and through an endless hapless maze of dreams
lifes dignity screams, in silence.
Adi Cox
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