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Mar 2019
In these hallowed halls silence echoes
Saying  am that which is not that else
May be heard.  Time is the child of the
Timeless; the void is the womb of form.
I am different from the others the hallower
Of  souls; and the faithful companion of
All who are alone and craving not to be.
Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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   Fawn and Graff1980
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