Jag By
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she had dipped her hand
in a muddy lake of illusion
of wants and of dreams
to savor moments of
yesterdays’ wasted
dew drops on the hills
jag by the spell of ecstasy
euphoric to mildews presence
on the leaf electronic wall
never wanted to escape
or be not awaken
from the denial of self
where to go from here,
your comrade awaits - YOU
waiting for you to come back
HOME again
4th of November,2009
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