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A. N. And yet another of my favorites, a poem echoing my fears at that time. Simple and short. I made this on January 24, 1995.
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New is the word
Time often brings
With change, it seems
Fast and worthwhile
While I cry
To my sleep
Afraid of the things
I couldn't keep
I'm afraid
I have doubts
Of things
Time and change
Disrupt
But things seem
To blur
Out of my mind
I think
to see
to become
One with them
Occuring in sequences
Can't stop
She faces
Death.