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Thursday, April 23, 2009

black maple hill

on the road to recovery
from losing my mind
to probably not finding
anything in the way
of new direction

the foundation of
dreaming is so
close to the basement
door that it's stuck
locked up by
virtue of the
masses
the value of
passing through
is pure sunshine
Posted by mere musketeer at 2:39 AM

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