The windows
	Of my soul
	Are dingy now—
	And I
	Can't seem to find
	A way
	To clean them.
	The dirt
	And grime
	Of Life
	Resist
	The solvent
	Of my thoughts,
	The cleanser
	Of my heart.
	My words
	Only smear
	The gloom
	But cannot erase
	......

12/23/06 (Incomplete)

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