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Sol - 22 Jul 2001
I dream of a day
that I can watch you
from the second you rise to the last rosy traces of your light.
A day that is mine
A day I can breathe
the joy of living
instead of the pensive sigh
of survival.
(quick like thoughts are fast, I notice there is no "U" in "Sol"....)
The streetlights flicker
and mock me....
I've lost again.
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