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Time Travel
by ZOE. Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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The devil knows
Silence condemns
He opens his mouth and steam
pours from his screeching nostrils
The walls and carpet soaked
What the society I was born with
The cloud pulls in its heavy rippled
flags
Steel arms cut and glide
What was before, quested the
past
We lost our maps awhile back
Rain washes memories but the air
does not take long to grime thicken again
May be lost now
Maybe it
counts for nothing after all
But what journey doesn't end at home?
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