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Dear Diary Topics:
Poetry
Letters To _____
Touch My Sleep World
My Fairly Lucid Life
Strange Little Stories
July 23, 2007
Lost (again)
liquid face in the river
like a game
i'm to catch you
i'm to catch your ways
your wink becomes my language
I say blink
you ripple your soft eyes
like fragile blossoms on a wind-struck tree
your gaze takes off on breezes
and i'm left with only me
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