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In a world full of sorrows
I made a vow
to make my own
a scented lavender
paper fools read
it over on either side
and make believe an
any-day renegade is
what saves.
Deep in a dream
an artic echo beams:
Tears are wet skin
breathing is optional
smiles are fortune
and dissapearing
is possible
in electric endings
like this.

23 Jan 07

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some spelling:
L11 arctic
L15 disappearing
pretty cool sound to this except for
L11 an arctic echo beams (i'm not sure what you mean by this, but echo gives
mind to waves, as that is the nature of how sound works. beams denotes, to me,
straight lines, as in light, and how it travels)

well done
 — chuckles