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falling at last onto my bed
sleep's nothing but a dream tonight
what does it mean i wonder?
does it even really matter?
how often the answers are so obvious
and yet im still so blind
open a blind and then a window
take a breath and give a sigh
think a thought and then a prayer
pick a star and make a wish
i hope you're reading this
if only you knew how much i miss
precious minutes are simple moments
i wish i could grab one and pin it down
but the air of time keeps slipping 
through these cold finger the sand sifts
and before i know it im asleep again
Posted: 2006-04-02 02:43:09 UTC
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2006-03-22 22:06:04Loneliness is condescending
this is ammusing what is amusing i dont know but i hug my balloon and i see a little light how i pray thiss balloon does not pop i might write about it now

2006-03-23 05:11:01lost the lonely dead
yeah i think if i wanted to make this good id have to do a little work on it but im glad that balloons' still alive thats a good thing keep hugging it not too tight though and if you do see a little light that might be a good thing, i think