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Mar 27
As the fingers of my soul ,

reach up to be entwined . . .
their thoughts surpassed ;
be driven . . . boundless to
the layers of my mind

I lay hold of the untouchables
I trial but cannot bind

The light flickers on and off
while spirits shout . . .

"It's time ! It's time ! It's time !"
Written by
South-by-Southwest  74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)   
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