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Has anyone got a glimpse of your disconnecting world?

I watch your mind as on you drift
Beyond the rim, beyond the cliff

Your hazy thoughts go floating off
While sleep awaits, on cushions soft

Yet past the edge, you hang right in
You’re waiting for; the Answering

Till from the depths, a voice it speaks
You write it down; then take a peek

 

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