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Dreaming of Lost Mondays
blank spaces fill my eyes
where words once lined up to be written
tarnish by the appearance of the cloudless sky
the bitter heat spill inside my head
the end of the week so far away
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Noah
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Well, I hope the words return! I hate when you just can't think.
July 21, 2008
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Well, I hope the words return! I hate when you just can't think.
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