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Dec 2013
The morning crawls
Though the sunlit stage
And slips into the dusk
The mornings slip
To ink blotched memory
Dripping though the staging's cracks

What if this is memory?
A musky string of history?
And what if stage right and if stage left were one?

I walk on the mountain high sky
And I wish all my friends goodbye
As I trek the heavens to find a soul
That will with all my flaws comply.
Finn Cade-Lewis
Written by
Finn Cade-Lewis  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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