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By kevin urenda Date: 2002 Aug 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.19.17.19.11059]] |
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I'd had dreams of love for dreams are where poets go when the real world no longer gives in to their desires and in those dreams I found places tucked neatly into the sheaves of poorly written poems I once believed mattered to someone places that offered a little comfort against the harsh realities of having to awaken to indifference to the very power of it all 7/24,8/13/02 |