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Jun 2010
In their silvered wish,
My eyes can see farther than time allows,
And slow hands can touch a farther shore
And praying, there gently open doors
That a kiss still breathe
Where later futures die,
In the static-charged sky;
And into quiet depths,
Old dreams may bore,
To live out their lie-
Then awake, no more.
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