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Why would it be 
that this should feel like the end?

Softened edges and sleek presentation
But blown about like leaves in the wind
There is no forward motion in this situation
I find myself in

A vacuum, they eye of the storm
Stillness and apathy despite the din
No where to go, but there is someplace colder

Waiting just out of reach
It feels like the end.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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