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4 walls (Free verse) by tralala42001

and i lost the pen and found the paint and now i return talking to old friends and now i feel like home without the comfort and yet i feel a warmth of coziness and still i feel like running naked and run through paths of unforgotten trees and dirt and still i run past familiar faces and still the moths are attracted to light and somehoe there are hallow doors leading to gardens of flowers and the flowers---- and yet i allow some time for thought and yet i don't want to realize the snow is melting and the sound of laughter coming from closed doors open door---- and then there is groaning and moaning plus the smile and then the moon is lost because the man took over "look at the man in the moon" and the time changed today now it is dark an hour earlier and yet i still feel how i felt an hour ago and without warning i wrote this and then without struggle i read it to you and without hesitation i slept a long dream and the dream illuded to darkness "home sweet home"

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 23-Feb-04/1:09 AM
and i coiled off a 25 pounder




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