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| Slid down- from lips parted- (only just started) Now I'm here laying on the ground. I was up there, with clouds and the sun a gentle lover caressing the back of my head. Now I am here in the dark, in the cold. Listening to replies to lies, I never should have told. But I was high- I was up there. Now I'm here- now I'm nowhere. |
| The spheres of influence- in symetry- loneliness abounds. Devoid of depth lacking meaning Yet the answer is clear ripe for the gleaning of a greater Truth a more meaningful Glory- the end is always clear despite the forgotten story. |
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