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Subjection

It surrounds us all, yet some do not see it.

Dust, dirt, mud--progression.

"Do not be afraid," the elder said.

"We all must go out in the dark sometime."

Dust, dirt, mud--progression.

Progessive lies and hiding places.

Unending thoughts.

Repression.

Author notes

This is more of a thought line or chain than a poem.

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  • Tarja
    November 30, 2007

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    I agree with your author's notes... I was moved by the intensity and the raw, gritty feeling this gave off however I wasn't too sure what I was being moved by lol!