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Nov 2009
Lost in a jungle
   of
       dying trees
mold and mildew
    essence freeze
Dingy must
  cobwebs spun
no light, no breeze
              no one
Not a color
  but flat gray
blankets of clouds
  day
         after day...
Precious expression
  identity
    only a cocoon
      let your spirit
                free
Written by
connie rae sebert
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