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Halfway
 
Under a hedge of honeysuckle
where snowflakes
rarely reach
and stray dandelions gather,
there's a haven
for half-baked utterances,
a place
where shadows play
on the leeward side of dreams;
halfway
between consciousness
and tomorrow.

Here concepts solidify,
become blueprints
for fame and fortune,
then fade
into
forgetfulness.

By cherryk

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