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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Somewhere Beautiful
the fever subsided
the throbbing has left me
though i am still creaking
like an old cedar chest
i dreamt of working
the whole time i slept
and then i awoke
someplace beautiful
posted by michaelian ennis at
10:14 PM
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