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The Prince of Ice
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Between Dreams: The Real and Not So
I keep seeing the leaves turning blue. A paddle boat in a river. Clinging.
She's dying. Body dying on the inside, showing it on the surface.
They show me pictures. Tell me words. Describing who I am.
I'm not real.
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