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Rotating Door--Past Lives Contest

Rotating Door (M J Halliday 20140623) I stepped through the rotating door, To be born in a nameless land. Recycled again, like before... A soul as ageless as the sand. No one escapes mortality. I stepped through the rotating door. Spent the next life in a city Among the disenfranchised poor. The next few lives were marred by war; Civilizations rose and fell. I stepped through the rotating door. A General said "War is Hell". This time around, I can recall Glimpses of what happened before. In broad contexts, this life seems small. I stepped through the rotating door.

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