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stranger;strange-eri could feel time compressing. / "may i escort you mad'am?" he whispered. / the sound of voices, blue eyed clean ***** voices, fading.

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mechanical and rustedmy, body, is, dead. / legs; mechanical and rusted / money is spent.

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Kitchen crash dusk dimFruit flies feasting rasberries, / I watch in the dim lit kitchen only few hours before dusk. / Ponder as I'm watching,

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From/ThenA debris of specs flow through me as thick cream. / The lull texture of the olive green checkered couch, sleeping. / The scent of the last lingering bits of wood ablaze in the woodstove, waking.

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morning glories through treesmillions of distant colorful exploding spider-legs dancing in the sky, / each appearing with an infestive sound, / infesting the whole city;

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shelter (inside) fearThis place is filled with disquiet concerns. / There is a golden fluorescence set ablaze in the sky, a luminous spell we call daylight...it doesn't last for long. / Millions of bricks and wooden pieces stacked together

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Willow LaneSurely the rain I thought to be eternal has quit. / A sky clear of clouds to block the sun's radiant beams. / On a small quilt I lay in the damp grass to examine

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As the brain slows down....Lately time seems to be going by in a lethargic manner, making me feel a little uneasy. Driving, the cars on the highway seemed to be slugging by, red lights lasting days long. The street lights flicked on. I glance at them and a trail of thin bleached light would follow as I turn my head, vision acting as a slow shutter speed. People walking across the street with their feet crawling weakly, heals clutching the ground. I stare.

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-the movement in which way i am / walking / dancing with the moon's aura

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Weymouth Streetburied beneath warm feathered blankets in the rust tinted morning glow, / two exhausted soft breathing still bodies lie next to me fast asleep, / I awake.

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