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Old 6/4/07 Cobwebs creep into my mind My joints calcify But I am not old. I feel time passing I slow and grind to a halt I watch, I am an observer But do I act? Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry intended to relieve the dissonance in my head and my heart, but meant to be read by others, as poetry just for myself isn't cutting it for me anymore. I'm taking the plunge, and looking for feedback. And wondering if there's anybody out there.
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