white blindness

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By Anna Lorena •

Cutting through white blindness Comforting Black of closed lids Creates dreams within the Nothing Frees the mind from daily fetters And relieves the body of strains Lets one travel without moving Lets one fly with their own wings Lets visions pleasing to hopes Exist however the mind concieves Cutting through white blindness

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May 12, 2005 17:29wishing_on_stars

I really like this one