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Weary (Free verse) by erin35 I am a misplaced soul,
weary of waiting for time to find me.
I am losing momentum,
looking for my bliss.
I am gaining speed,
racing toward the end of this life.
Wait!
I forgot to do something...
...time finds me too late.
Up the ladder:
Afterwards, when there's just you and the snow and the trees
Down the ladder:
A Hick's Rendition of "Fire and Ice"
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Posted: February 7, 2005 7:22 PM PST; Last modified: February 7, 2005 7:22 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1589375 Overall Rank: 5161 Comments:
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sliver @ 64.12.116.135
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7-Feb-05/10:26 PM
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Yea, I feel it too. What can ya' do?
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