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Nightmajik
We dream the fairytale endings of youth, and wake up to realize that it is about survival. Nice write!
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Soul_Builder101
on October 13, 2007 at 12:30 PM
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well done / spinner
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spinner
on October 13, 2007 at 7:04 AM
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well done / spinner
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spinner
on October 13, 2007 at 7:04 AM
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NightMajic--that's 'different' and very lovely! I just woke this morning
following a whole night of different dreams! And I was familiar with them all! Chris.
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Scramble
on October 13, 2007 at 1:44 AM
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Nice to visit your blog.
Do visit my blog.
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Kayzzaman
on October 13, 2007 at 1:20 AM
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Nice to visit your blog.
Do visit my blog.
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Kayzzaman
on October 13, 2007 at 1:20 AM
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There are dreams and there is the dreamtime. Native peoples say that dreamtime is real, this world illusion. I've been to dreamtime, felt the buzz, heard the drone. Palpable plastic lucidity vs. concrete separation. Give me dreamtime, I think. Fluid fulfillment is more enticing than sharp edged denials. Your poems are majik. (Thank you for your kind email.) Moon 
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magic_moon
on October 13, 2007 at 12:15 AM
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star4sky5
on October 12, 2007 at 10:24 PM
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