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cut out/away perfection

to follow suit: defer a time stolen

regonise past vanities
subject to no conditions

rules need not apply

rich, smiling landscapes
bleed out
from
memory

pictures are hung at random
through(out) scent and sleep

the only words spoken were:




dream




and






don't





rainbows arched too early for an end in gold.




Poetry by Aaron Jon Wells
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Written on 2005-07-11 at 15:42

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no rules when dreaming collides with the mind - time becomes superficial, until the morning.
2005-07-11