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Friday, September 21, 2007PoemTears from under eyelids seepingwhile my thoughts at last are creeping through the day like web bots crawling over vast and dark terrains-- uncomprehended individual rhythms, climbing the array of events of the day, their washes of color glittering or dull, in immense incomprehensible moving display.
posted by LizC @ 9/21/2007 09:05:00 PM
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PoemsTears from under eyelids seepingwhile my thoughts at last are creeping through the day like web bots crawling over vast and dark terrains-- uncomprehended individual rhythms, climbing the array of events of the day, their washes of color, glittering or dull, in immense incomprehensible moving display.
posted by LizC @ 9/21/2007 09:05:00 PM
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