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Apr 2011
My feelings,
A little melting point,
Elemental.

A realm,
I have yet to find.
The structure for my dreams.

Coursing through vague impressions
A sea of turbulent wanderings.
Deep forest, dark designs,
Night blowing with a fierceness
    Seldom found.

The edge of falling
(this one over a decade old...lifetimes ago)
Written by
Dean Jones
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