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Friday, March 30, 2012
Dreaming on blank paper
Dreaming on blank paper
Inside the sleep landscape
Underneath my pillow
Strange sentences take shape
They’re written in my hand
But I’ve not scratched a word
As if my heart had penned
This letter to the World
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