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Nov 2010
Falling through space
matter reflects the light
from a failing sun.
Here,
between the now and the then,
we slip past these gates,
provided a toll
exchanges
hands. From us to
them.
From them to
us.
Teach, or preach
of the wonders
around you.
If you can find the
words.
If you can find the
time.
Written by
Paul Glottaman
430
   Pure LOVE
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