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Jul 2010
The nest is cold and empty now
a spindly nuance of life
cut out

Tissue and cells
threaded as a spider's web
disintegrate down the elastic tunnel
of life.

Second thoughts reap
fear from a tiny seed.
Tangled bouts of joy in a depressive sea.

A Future in the "can" as one begins to shine
Baby, it just wasn't your time.
Written by
Amy McCudden
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