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Feb 2018
The white snake sleathers up
while the red blood sleathers down
and the hour glass shows
the time has come of decisions
decisions needing to be made
but which way
when both roads are painted both ways
down would be too painful
up is so unknown
safety in the inbetween lines
blank spaces
with no sounds of ticking time
demise or insanity
sanity or enjoyment
there is no clear name for the space inbetween decisions
only the parallel lines of both red and white meeting
Dawn
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Dawn  NH
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