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Dear Diary Topics:
Poetry
Letters To _____
Touch My Sleep World
My Fairly Lucid Life
Strange Little Stories
March 14, 2009
Unlucky
crooked, depraved
the alarming walk
down the scowling canvas
that calls itself the
dome of the sleeping hours.
that fall.
which shivered in gravities fist
unfortunate
I suckle my worries
and
murder my wishes
I do not
dream
tonight
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