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Mar 2010
living every night
on my fingertips
touching the disorganized
alphabet on my lap
breathing every day
day dreaming the next words
I'll compose when
the sun sets
living every morning
with my feelings
of yesterday
on my computer screen
© Dan Pramann. All Rights Reserved.
Written by
Dan Pramann
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   J.T.
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