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Aug 2015
When conscious thought drips from a silver spoon,
And puddles on the floor,
The mind roams free and wanders loose,
To revel in mystery,
It sheds the weight of living flesh,
And dances on the sun,
The tablets of time spin slowly through space,
In a glimmering haze soft spun.
Written by
Rowan Darcy
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