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It's quarter to one. I’m still awake. Laundry's not done. Sitting here at my desk in a flannel shirt and underwear. Wanting to sleep. I’ve become afraid of my dreams. I see things only I can see. Like images on a movie screen. Displaying all of my worldly wonders, fears, pains and joys. With a clarity that only I can understand. In the dark of night D.Casabonne(C)9.28.06 All rights reserved
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