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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Poem-The Stars

Spaciousness
slipping away
Consciousness
coming and going
Reality
bending in form
Formlessness
nameless
Mutant
but to speak
Softly
stars dance
Rhythmic
and in sync
Remembering
its memories
Longing
to just be
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