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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Sep 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.13.15.24.15901]] |
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Rinsing off my window of sanity, I see your face. Pick and choose, I might, a crystal vision of you. I have miles of glass, inches away from my face. Today, I choose sane memories and stable thoughts. If only my mind were less like a letterbox. I can put bits of you in each hole, but I rather all of you where I choose to be. Today, I choose no altered reality. You are safe in sanity's pane; I go there. |