iN my bAlcoNy

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Monday, July 17, 2006

gliding through darkness,
a glow.
with twenty one behind timeless,
my show.


a texture that satisfies,
i peel.
a comfort that pries,
a thrill.


the crisp sound of silence,
i see.
a lushful room of red,
is me.


my hold is nowhere,
i slip.
somehow i live adhere,
a trick.


I care not,
i take.
i seek a fort
i make.


help me,
i plead.
with you,
i leap.



fall

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