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Mar 2014
Now I sit in memory
encapsulated by the shifting mosaic
of feel and perception,

unsteady gangplanks of momentary connection.
The act of remembering is applauded for presentation,
the lines blurred by my continual participation.
Written by
jack
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   Petal pie
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