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Memory Web
Loose strands
like spider webs
broken wisps
ever drifting down
vanishing as soon as
they touch the ground
Fingers grasping
as if through silken hair
always sliding away
Only cloud temptation
the invisible always felt
but every time you make a grab
it just drifts away
Presence still lingering
in shadow form
beyond the eyes
only a breath before
one dies.
10:52 PM - 4/22/2008 -
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