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greg
Libertyville, Illinois, United States
eschewing prevarication since 2004
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Friday, October 26, 2007

Night

Sleep comes
with eyes quickly closing,
Windows opening
to the wider world within.

dreaming of words
that cut the air
as you spoke them,
unfiltered as they rose
from the soul to the lips...
Posted by greg at 11:52 AM

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