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Thursday, December 4, 2014

Bubble

Bubble
Frozen moments in time
Reach liquid form combusting
They explode into the present
With scents and senses reeling
A thread is ripped from time and space
It pulls the pattern out of weave
The slightest breeze untangles it all
And forces us to believe
In higher powers that control our lives
In fates and presence foreboding
To doubt is to no longer be alive
The past is fast eroding


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