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Sep 2011
through the mind of one
thoughts are starting with none
going of one
to none

thinking it will be
maybe it will see
in the mind will be
only one to see

throughts cloud over ice
to take a chance a the dice
blue as ice
rolling the thoughtless dice

would that be nice
Written by
Jay
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