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Dreamtime (Free verse) by Roisin Days grow longer each
Midday morning.
Night time dissolves into a rapid torrent of
Consciousness. I am drowning.
No you to cling to now,
I spin and bob
Existence contingent,
frail.
Up the ladder:
Never Did You
Down the ladder:
i feel so cold
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Posted: April 14, 2004 6:16 AM PDT; Last modified: April 14, 2004 6:16 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9403987 Overall Rank: 9116 185 view(s)
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