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pinkster
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in the middle of the night, you find me drifting away,
my life seems to be gone - shattered.
dreams beckon me,
I submit, i get lost.
it seems that beneath the calm,
there is always chaos.
but with you i am alive,
not calm, but at least alive.
no longer lost.
02.21.04
my life seems to be gone - shattered.
dreams beckon me,
I submit, i get lost.
it seems that beneath the calm,
there is always chaos.
but with you i am alive,
not calm, but at least alive.
no longer lost.
02.21.04

..Have you ever thought of writing a book of your own poems?..