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September 14, 2009
Crooked little dreams
September 14, 2009
Crooked little dreams--
Jagged edges poke and prod,
Ending sleep before
Consciousness arrives.
Morning maybe, but
Good ended after last night's
Anticipation
Bowed to fickle sleep.
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