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Tuesday, May 6, 2008


We were talking in my dream, brown eyed girl and I. Suddenly, I realized the change that had occurred. Her eyes weren't brown anymore; they were dark gold, shadowed amber, the color of fresh earth and bare trees. I became ashamed and apologized for my previous judgments. I don't remember what we said after that, but I do remember thinking that the only thing more dazzling than her eyes was her smile.

This is more like a poetry prose crossover baby thing. Or just prose.
I did have this dream, and I did wake up ashamed of myself.

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