Wednesday, March 11, 2009

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A pale light, like some tomorrow, not defined or whole
Twitched between my waking eyelids, an itch, for day is cold.
I'd many leagues besmirched that night, and yet my feet were clean,
My mind was fresh, not choked with living, I'd forgotten who I'd been.
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