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May 2012
falling
lost
forsaken
Where am I going?
This tunnel is not ending...
Why did I come here?
Tide is turning,
dawn is breaking,
I can feel the sand between my toes
it is beautiful and breathtaking
the world is falling away
strawberry lingers on my tongue
her hand is reaching out to me
i will go where you lead
spiraling downwards
back and forth between what is real
and what is a dream.
typing words but not seeing
ever it goes on, like time
what is at it's heart?
it lies on the floor there
cold and unable to see the end
never ending fall, the world
it passes away beneath me
willingly
effortlessley
spun out on the blades of a pinwheel
what does that mean?
suddenly it all seems clear
a bright new day stands before me
i take a deep breath
i feel the air flow into me
as the water to the sea.
Shavonne Hummel
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Shavonne Hummel
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   M Hughes and J Christmas
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