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Jul 2010
time space
Illusion pace
weave design
glimpse
of a race...
what you see
is not...
what you taste
is not...
what you feel
is not...
what you speak
is not...
wandering grounds
frozen,sodden
trodden,
countless thoughts
stale
superficial
easily gotten,
words plethora
empty,
professing
no thing at all...
G Fairbairn
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G Fairbairn
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