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Friday, August 24, 2007

I may find some time between my lunch and meeting. Yeah I would be traveling, but no problem, you can talk to me then.
You see that place beside the shelf? No not there. There, the slit between the shelf and the door. Yeah, you can fit in there.
Ok, I must leave. Some day on my way back I might bump into you. You can meet me then.

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Gestation

A blank canvas
A womb awaiting
Fertile earth
And mind without a thought

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Gestation

What is it that I really want to do
I ask myself in the deepest of silence

I look out of the window and see a HUGE cloud
A cloud as big as the sky
Moving
Towards me

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