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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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First poem of the year.

with the little pieces of carbon
i fall to the ground
the firework's lost that sparkle
with that awesome sound

my spark was incendiary
my brightness now a hue
for just i was a superstar
but now the end i'm due

i know i've lived my moment
i know it wasn't a lie
so content i'd be, sitting
watching the others fly.

::composed 5 Jan:with help from littleprince's keywords:depressed over mediocrity::

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OK, you, littleprince & zhengjie can duke it out to be the 2004 LJ poet laureate. badnomad has some pretty wacky ones too.

Anyway, great meeting you at the NYE party .. finally got round to checking out your lj. Rather sublime stuff, I must say. Perhaps things will be clearer if I read it again in the morning. =) I like the background..

Good luck with your XDA II, and speaking of double entendres:

Catch you around again some time.

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