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The Glass Essay

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“I can hear little clicks inside my dream.
Night drips its silver tap
down the back.
At 4 am I wake. Thinking

of the man who
left in September.”

Written by smudgi3

September 1, 2010, Wednesday at 18:11

Posted in Braincells, Dear Diary, Him

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