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Saturday, September 03, 2011

Life Could be a Dream

Life could be a dream.
Blackness surrounds us.

Thoughts of a dry brain
in a dry season*,
crumbling while
I drown out my thoughts,
bathed in
Starlight,
my new Muse.

Is it worth it anymore?


* T.S. Eliot
Posted by Adrian Neibauer at 12:43 PM
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