Tuesday, December 2, 2008

...

through your patchwork quilt,
i gaze,
on happiness,
laughter and smiles,
once lived,
already forgotten,
but for these brief squares,
cloaking,
all that is,
was, and all that
never will be,
of possibilities,
of realities, and
the possible realities,
and the impossibility,
of this,
here,
fantasy.

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