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The Glassy Eye

On a clear day you can see forever.

Friday, June 1, 2007

my compassion

i enfold you in my compassion
it floats above the city
it becomes a glowing white
orb
and it settles over the ocean
and when someone swims by
they feel it
as a kind of warmth
Posted by The Glassy Eye at 10:45 AM

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