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  • a play on words, I guess
    but there are
    when the slender, fragile strands
    of the web woven
    between that which is and that which was
    and that which is to be
    is lost to me
    I am alone
    within the confines of my mind
    and cannot find
    a passage to another time
    when you and I
    were one
    beneath the summer sun
    on beaches long and warm
    and when the storms
    came crashing to the shore
    we were more
    than shelter
    for one another
    lost horizons fading into sunsets
    lost dreams forgotten in the episodes
    of lonely, unrequited nights
    and sleepless days
    of solitary unimagined droning
    in a land too desolate
    to be surreal
    and too corporeal
    to be imagined
    And when this happens
    There is no recourse
    but to remember
    Life is a state of mind.

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