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Thoughts Half-Submerged

Missing the Ocean of my Dreams Got hooked on the Ephemeral Enigma... Created was my own Universe in a man-made container ...Round but, Oh!... so Narrow... My sooner or later corpse will become blue. Ocean Blue??? or Black and blue...??? I rinse my brain with blue play-on-words just to forget the Reality of seagulls dying in the sunset prelude to the unavoidable fetal position...of Mortal Nakedness... copyright@iolandascripca2012

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Date: 12/29/2012 11:37:00 AM
SAd but lovely, Iolanda. You always write dreamily.
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