My Friends Are Dead

Created: 07/07/2008 2:48am

My friends are dead. And, of course, I don't judge the dead any differently than the living. Most of us have had the same dreams, the same hopes, the same thoughts of wonder during the frostbitten night. I sometimes find myself back ...

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Memories of Sleep

Created: 11/09/2008 1:48pm

The autumn has shifted into a mode of mercilessness As I walk through the wet streets The wind twists old memories into my head The old life of a young adolescent Filled with longing thoughts and imaginations Of beautiful contours Warm attraction Innocent motives And colored lace... I w...

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