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the things behind windows ...evreyday i can see the things just behind windows. the things that sing, and laugh, and think of me just before i come home from work. the things that breath, and cry, and revel in the time just before dawn when dreams come drifting in from the fog outside our window. things that are not even things at all. the things that dreams are made of.
posted by deryke @ 5:05 PM
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