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Friday, August 13, 2010HaUnTeDThe past weaves the present, hides behind the blinds of the eye dressed in formal wear, folded seven times in false pretense Suspended in a place inside untouched, displaced, lost, until the dawn of day There it goes again in its pretty dress, shadowing my steps I thought me well, I thought me whole... Sign in to see full entry. |