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Jan 2012
At times

oceans of memories

flood my steadfast

moorings




yet still...




my soul

is in hiding

as the undertow

of the day's

reality




pulls me under

and pummels

my senses

leaving shreds




to be mended

at a later

time

and place
The Analog Kid
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The Analog Kid
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