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silent drops of time slip down walls of my mind.
boundries cascade as edges fade,
and become a flat land of endless nothing.
in between the time of was and is...

halfway there...

I realize the insides are looking out,
and they dont like what they see.
so without thought..
they crawl wickedly back
into their use to be.

of what was..and what is.

alabama

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