Saturday, July 8, 2006

The Feathers Of Dreams Comments

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The midnight hour has long since past and still by candlelight I turn,
My eyes are burning with the strain of receiving all that surrounds them.
Naked as the day I was born I sense the dissolution of my limitations,
The spirit invoked, the last skin smoked and I am set free into the blanket night.
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