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Thursday, December 01, 2011

They walked in from the blistering cold...
Those faded, imperfect dreams...
Music plays a sad melody, as they stream in... Ever so slowly...
We used to dance and sing before the storms...
We loved like love is supposed to be...
Now things seem dingy and old... Corroded and obscure...
And those dreams exit without a sound...

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