RE-FLECTaxion
what's your story when the blinds are closed...
and the light strays from your reach...
do you become real or are you already there...
on moon-voyaged buzz you seem to have it all.
but when it's lost are you still real,
or were you never real at all?
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 10, 1995.
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