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By kevin urenda Date: 2002 Jun 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.23.07.51.12879]] |
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past participles of loves long ago but never forgotten weave themselves into the webs of our more wicked understanding ensnaring dreams we thought we might have had once but never quite seeming to guess at the fullness of a dream in and of itself dooming our other words symbols of what we failed to know once but can see clearly through the glasses of our hindsight glasses that are rarely half full of the dreams we pour ourselves in the silence of sadness... 05/07/02 |