pennylane731's Diaryland Diary

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no, this poem is not about ipods

your voice,
a contrast to the boisterous
crescendo in the room

this drags me into the mindset
of wanting to immerse myself
in nonexistent bottles
and remember how it felt
just a few days past

the sense of peaceful joy that was there
did not come home with me --
has it vanished from where i left it?

this all makes my dream scream at me
even louder

(you know you want an ipod))

8:36 p.m. - 2005-01-04

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