When Lines Are CrossedA Poem by PeteOur truest life is when we are in dreams awake. - Thoreauasleep in consciousness awakened to a dream prisoner of freedom walking an uneven balance beam warm breath in a cold world like falling steam top to bottom like curdled cream things aren't as they seem maybe someday you'll know what i mean kissing without a tongue nothing is ever done .
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