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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Looking glass window

We go to open the labyrinth's door
where the hopeless and dreamers have tread. 
It's the window we're watching, 
the blooming outside, that we find ourselves
needing instead.
Knock on the wood and pray for the best
but what are you praying for?
Outside these walls there's a world of dreams--
if you'll only just open the door. 

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