May 27, 2009
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I have found your dreams.
They are pasted to the back of my memory.
I wish I could delete them.
but they are here to stay.
How I regret I led you astray.
To my dismay I heard your voice.
I heard your choice.
Now mine is obsolete.
Never complete.
Sorrow leaks one drop at a time.
The sparrow peaks through eagerly.
and my door is shut.
Only to have yours open.

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