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[bodytext] => Slowly, gingerly, slowly, My feet tread. It will all become clear, It's in my nature. You cannot stop the eternal spinning of the world Or the orbit of the wheel of life. Like a sunken ship Or a fox with its hind legs caught in a trail of barbed wire, Death will move in slowly, blindly, slowly, Ready to protect you, Scoop you up in his ever-loving icy grip; Make you safe again from harm; The feeling you once had as a childof saftey and contentment; The feeling of waves, gently licking a sandy coastline, far away from here. This earthly stone, This erruption of inner fears; A storm too powerful to hide from; A compelling force Pushing you to the limit; The edge of reason. You crawl helplessly towards a brighter future Or a pit of lonliness, despair And the overwhelming aroma of disaster. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Urizen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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