March 29, 2012
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Dreamed last night in a filmy place,
About the boy without a face.
Bereaved they were, casting doleful eyes
And with lax hands they waved goodbye.

He ran across chimerical clouds,
Every thought was heard out loud.
At once the stars became aware,
Formed a path of opaque stairs.

His footsteps stained the milky way,
And changed into a stormy day.
Got caught up in his typhoon
And found myself on the dark side of the moon.

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