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Only Reality

The bell rings its mournful toll
        over a land fed by tears
              but here we are,
in this place between dark and light.
      A place where only dreamers go,
               a kind of limbo at the end of creativity.
We sit and watch those dreadful cries of pity,
              surrounded by golden trees,
                           and sunny flowers
         And we know,
                    They cry only for themselves.

1 Jun 07

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