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*I couldn't sleep sleepwalkers talk held me upright the night I walked away* His ears are blind his eyes are numb the depth of thought erases time and lime stone drips inside his mind the mill-stone grinds but slowly- and cautiously bright daylight shines through the curtains of this mind that was so long definded by silt and slowly moving elements and tide- the flood has come at last: and vastly confluencing waters share speed and wit with this one mind that walked behind me all this time and finally awakens
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
High Water
*I couldn't sleep sleepwalkers talk held me upright the night I walked away* His ears are blind his eyes are numb the depth of thought erases time and lime stone drips inside his mind the mill-stone grinds but slowly- and cautiously bright daylight shines through the curtains of this mind that was so long definded by silt and slowly moving elements and tide- the flood has come at last: and vastly confluencing waters share speed and wit with this one mind that walked behind me all this time and finally awakens
Vera
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
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