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There was nothing that happened , Noone involved,

nothing to miss.

A brief loss of consciousness, asleep at the wheel.

I'm quite well awake now, with time on my side.

Nothing to cling to, nothing to hide.

A very small trip it was,

Couldn't even break my stride.

It never existed, and still never was,

Forgetting was simple, it took just a breath.

Freedom was easy, and I'll never be that hungry again...

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Fri, 03/21/2008 - 21:05

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