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Monday, July 18, 2005

5:49 AM - Runes


Lying on the floor I found that I was expecting a change. A change of colors, maybe a change of mood, and certainly a change of weather. And just instantly, I became aware of your blindness. Your eyes are two simple spots for a taste. Two runes that describe my travel through earth. Two lights that embrace my future with both hands. A wild river runs through my spine. This certainly is the dawn of a man.



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