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Feb 2010
Standing alone. Spiralling tentacles
reaching out into the ether.
Searching, waiting, wishing, trying to
fall into the  void.
Thought vibrations soaring high
beyond the throes of calm.
Being alone, engulfing blankets of
doubt and shame......suffocate.
Days alone feeling, touching, blindly
stumbling towards the light.
Praying alone that darkness and infinate
endless space will become my salvation.
Take me to the soil in the grand masters crypt
to judge and give the day a rose.
A rose of goodbye petals.
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   raviteja, Charles Dennis and ---
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