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Sep 2019
walking cautiously next to the path
grass tickles the underside of my feet
i flinch
unable to stop the never ending
stream of time
i am frightened by
the possibilities that are
never ending
i notice that the sun is but
a dream
in this dark world
M
Written by
M  15/Cis/NYC
(15/Cis/NYC)   
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   Edward Alan
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