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Thursday, August 12, 2010Nothing but a DreamWords fail me miserably; the fickle rhythm of this solitude keeps me muffled, While the roaring inside takes form, and my mourning, finds its reason, Existing, or not, somewhere between shadows and dark grooves Liaison of the mind and soul severed, dot, dot, dot, Bringing to life un familiar faces... Sign in to see full entry. |