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Contributed by
rbeck25
on
Wednesday, 30th April 2008 @ 05:29:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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gazing aroung, constant blur of site
places in present, compared to imagination of "what should be"
maybe the impossible, visions of unexplainable bliss
a creation beyond comprehention destined to demise
ground moving too fast to catch your feet from under you
stepping too soon flipping upside down
starting over a million times
trying to grab the beginning of where this extinct cliche told you the ending
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rbeck25
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2008-04-30 17:29:42] (Date/Time posted on
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