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Jan 2013
As I walk across the sands of time
I can't help but feel
That I've been here before.
As the winds of change blow
I look down
To view my discarded self.
Another reality removed
To make way for journeys unmet.
Who am I now
What will I become?
James Willis
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James Willis
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