insense

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on some starlight roof

my dreams are panning out

on some moon lite night

they're tussled and shout

on some viened utopia

they're wishpering i nthe breeze

and the way my eye sees,

-the suns dazzling dance through the trees

my toe breaks through the barer

diping in this water of an eturnity turning

and hearing the ripples motion wave

Author's Notes/Comments: 

randomly written on the 2nd of feb sat 07

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