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i am a figment in everyone's own echo
i am a warm place inside a dream
my own distance set within me
breathing not this air
breathing these desires 
will my way through life
despite the many disappointments
i shall not breathe someday
2003
Posted: 2005-11-06 16:45:08 UTC
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2005-10-27 22:39:18waterlily
italian figs come to mind right about now...i hate that word echo ! warmth inside a dream?hmfm?yes i can tell you wood set your own distance within yourself and within your courtly game of love

2005-10-28 23:31:41Sandwich Massacre
courtly game of love? did you give up on moksha? i'm silly when i'm happy.