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Wisps of Sanity
Like gossamer filmy wings
Fluttering on my face
Cannot be touched or they will fall to ruin
Fighting to keep up so I can feel
The soothing graze of normalcy
Running, face thrust upward
Pushing against trappings of the truth
Losing the fervid feeling by the moment
Knowing it will quit me soon.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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