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| Close To The Edge |
| The night has become a burden A weighted weeping shackle The spiderman is gone on holiday Save my soul, gentle owl Set this flightless dove into the wind A pebble in my chest A heart that no longer beats A bleeding stony reminder That strength no longer lives here A sullen, brooding face dark as night disturbs the sun |
| Poetry by Ilana, the Webmistress |