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Created on: July 08, 2008
Here within the throes
Indulging in my organized chaos
The black bear lies before me
Could Dante have seen this coming?
What inspires me also kills me
With confident dignified grace
I am opening the book and you are closing the door
Leaving us so grounded
I don't believe in gravity anymore
And If you cant trust your senses
And If you cant trust your dreams
Then what good are you to me
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