Unborn Trepidation
J
James McLain
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Before trepidation had substance.
Having been there, before the well.
And that place of darkness, forms forever.
Standing, on the slanted platform each are.
Tilted sliding into infinitys mouth of red fire.
Impatient energy, the ethereal hide away.
Afraid of all the certain pain that reigns you up.
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