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The light hiding behind the blind,
streaming through the window
is deliciously impersonal,
nebulous yet familiar--
a far off smoke-tinged
dream not realized
but relived so many hundreds of times.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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Love the second and third lines especially. Of course, your poetry is *always* wonderful. :)
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