ONE OF THOSE DREAMSA Poem by Brian Kraklau
colors of all different patterns, rushing up and down, left and right, a verb is only a word, thats all why should it be understood, everyone has their own meanings of their own words, believe it or not, my face will age before it is discovered, and i will die before i know it, maybe this should just come out but you have forgotten, I am a liar, who really cares, i fall asleep watching the waves lightly tap on the side of the boat, and slip into another of one of those dreams.
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1 Review Added on November 10, 2010 Last Updated on November 10, 2010 AuthorBrian KraklauLas Vegas, NVAboutjust another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..Writing
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