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Creeping,
Hazy remebrances Lace my sodden mind of the night before. And the night before that. Fuzzy memories Held together by wisps of spiderwebs In my head. Fragile strands that gain strength With the passage of time. Blurred images Slowly com into focus. Did I say that? And I did what!? It will come back, it always does Whether you want it to or not. It creeps up on you. Julie -May 15 1997 |
