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Sep 2016
I'm frozen.
Standing in place,
my feet still on the cold concrete I once called home.
I can see the spinning wheel.
Constantly turning,
but never changing time.
Like a vortex without energy
or a lamp without light.
It's nothing,
just there.
It exists.
But,
do I?
2016-09-29
apollota
Written by
apollota  16/M/Canada
(16/M/Canada)   
568
   Aynjul and Cynthia Jean
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