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moments mistaken for a colorless dream
by Emily Tongmidweek crisis:
bland issues blend
Nothing
with Busy. brim-filled, these hours
that pass, as the shadows lengthen
across closed windows
wind flickers dubiously.
to be or not?
to rain, to cloud, to
depress, confound,
or not?
senseless enthusiasm
echoes in the hallways.
people pass, as hours, as
clouds would. one and another
together
the same. 11/29/2006 Author's Note: hmmm... tough week. (last week was a...)
so that's fun
Posted on 12/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Emily Tong
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| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/06 at 04:52 AM You know, somehow, this reminds me of an R.E.M. song I like. So, obviously, that's a good thing. Heh. I think I need to get you onto my favorites list. |
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