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| monee |
snow sleeps and drips away days i read sounds i dance in my pyjamas i sleep naked under three blankets - one from india, two from the sally ann winter begs and barters nights i think hours i sing of my tomorrow i dream maybe i will wake up now - for everything and everyone i want to |
041208 |
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| () | (i feel the hours, and the beauty of time in this one. very plain. i like that) | 041208 |
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| . | thankyou z) | 041208 |
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| pete | and i, i sleep on a dream as the canal trail freezes in the night, melting as the sun rises to freeze, freeze again into solid ice to the call of the familiar ducks trying to find a home in a frozen land of governmental lies | 041208 |
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| monee |
i wateched from a window as december disappeared into the falling and the melting snow |
041227 |
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| monee | *watched, yeah | 041227 |