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Feb 2011
We fall from conciousness,
To emptiness,
Endless circles,
Of confusion,
Trapping and compressing,
Confining us,
We are inconsequential,
To the course,
Of loneliness
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.      24.02.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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