Excerpt:
I scan the topography of my moonlit room
lost in a dream of uncomfortable senility fading pictures atop my chest of drawers
wispy curtains rustling in the breeze blue of night comes with a truth
calling for wishes from sparkling stars… .
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36 lines. Written: Aug 20, 2011
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