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{September 28, 2009}   #12 Euphemism

Imurmur in my sleep,  I dream my path

Its the same pattern

Iclose my eyes but its the same shadow of darkness

Its been drilled to my head, its why I am not astray

Everything is consistent, Iam content

I find comfort

As everything is breezy but stormy to the surface

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bartonbrandonsbrp says:

I think that this poem is reflecting a dark time in your life, or is it one of the dreams that you were talking about in blog post number six?



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