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Lost Dream
K.C. Collins Something about a belfry a bird's nest? eggs? I was climbing stairs in a circular manner and occasionally I walked upon the walls my clothes were torn and I thought I spied someone below following me with his eyes or maybe the sun I think he rode a bicycle to a bridge not far away and from the rooftop I breathed his name into the air "Ariagniel" it was lost of course leaving my mind as soon as it left my lips just like the dream I told you yesterday somewhere in the ether © Copyright 2001, 2003, 2004 by K.C. Collins |