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Feb 2014
a book,
lay open,
waiting to be read,
line for line,
interpreted with an unspoken inter-voice,
creeping into the sub-conscience,
taking us away,
from reality,
into our own little world,

creating voice, scenery, and escape
telluridehigh
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