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Post by Alexia on Jun 15, 2003 10:19:16 GMT -5
Sleepless Where time stands still Thoughts begin to unfold Imaginations run wildly Through thick files of memories good and bad Depriving minds of peaceful bliss But out of our control So we remain Sleepless
Alexia
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Post by aj on May 16, 2004 0:14:55 GMT -5
It feels that way, doesn't it? The hours hang heavily in the air, taking forever to pass when you're unable to sleep. But o, how they fly off when we're in our bliss! Very nice, Alexia.
-AJ
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