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Dear Diary Topics:
Poetry
Letters To _____
Touch My Sleep World
My Fairly Lucid Life
Strange Little Stories
June 12, 2007
Lost
my lips still taste like you, I say, when rising from my nap.
i cry and press back in my bed to covet what is kept.
ache and horror, we parted wrong and now you're lost within.
leaving you alone inside - the worst of dreamer's sin.
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