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Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year's Eve
Shedding old habits
Like a snake's skin.
Leaving discarded dreams
Like crumpled cigarette packs.
Finding new life
In waking dreams.
Lost in the moment
Between December 31st
And January 1st.
Shot out of a chrysalis cannon
Straight into the New Year.
Despondent dreams
Taking their toll
Treading water.
Race around the clock
Catching your tail
Completing the circle.
Ring around the calendar
We all fall down.

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