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Sep 2010
A roar
in our ears,
as if the void
     suddenly filled --
a maelstrom
in our minds:
spinning, swirling...
pulling us close
     and down.
Eyes blur;
breath comes quick
     and hard.
We are caught,
     as always
      (forever?),
in the trap
we crave, we love.
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   --- and Renata Jackson
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