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Current mood:lost Category: Writing and Poetry
Plain. Down in a mist the spirit to come in or stay out disturbing me from my slumber
Not that I so value sleeping or dreaming.
I go further from myself in sorrow. deeper into me -- in a conversation with you.
How are those old Midwestern Plains? For a dirty kiss I lost my mountain range.
-Danielle D.
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