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By it dosent matter Date: 2002 Aug 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.23.22.11.14628]] |
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see a white line passin brief breaks of night throbbing a silent beat as miles slow miles pass circles endless circles then the sign that leads away an a slow turn back caught within a web of my own creation as the darkness an rain play out sprays of them that pass blindin an sweeps that clear to a path again leading away slow turn in the night back |