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Sunday, 19 September 2010
Magpie 32 Some Days
some days are difficult a tiny hole separates present from future past from present. my dreams just don't fit some days. each grain of sand drops individually some days my dreams are clusters some days the grains get out of order I try my best but keeping them is line is near impossible some days.
and it's such a long drop
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