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Aug 2012
Afraid of what’s ahead, afraid of what’s behind,
caught in the middle in this world in between.
Take me in your arms and carry me beyond,
to the time and space that I can spend with you.

Time waits for no one, least of all me.
I hold to the moment where we became one
Alone in this memory of all that we were
in this waterbed sea of green.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp
Written by
Vicki Kralapp  Oshkosh
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