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January 30, 2008
crowded out
by some other name, by some other ghost
the last refrain, of the song I loved the most
I took this step and wept such tears
the blanket is back
to mask these fears
in some sudden sense
some lost adolescence
the time turned
before I noticed
and a generation lost its balance
there are distractions
so many be beautiful reactions
I wonder sometimes
if there's hope for any of us
on the present course
more pictures without a purpose
on and on and on...
Posted by nemov at January 30, 2008 6:37 PM
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