River's snowy banks

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Quiet sad dreams.

29.11.05

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Small dark path of water,

Icy hostile landscape –

My dreams finally revealed.

29.11.05

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Snow drifts –

Dirty city walls.

I'm coming home.

29.11.05

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I'm gonna see her again.

Just to hear how she talks my life

Everything she says is wonderful

All those things I can't explain

She makes it sound a good life.

Like a mother praising her son.

That's what a therapist is for.

20.9.05

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(1 good, 2 average, 1 bad. not telling which is which.)