Compri's Island
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Nachtmusik
In the blank corner of my eye, a feeling of doom resides
Helplessness without pain, choking without panic
A moon, the moon, creates a halo above the forest, a forest
As I face a baby, a cat, or both, and their moonlit eyes
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