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Plunging Realities
As silently as a mirror is believed / Realities plunge in silence by.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
The Slip
When all I have done in my life is escape?
There is nothing so easy as slipping
Out of your grasp like a greasy
Rope. Can I climb?
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