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Time Travelers-1
Eons crashed,
Shattered round me.
Falling to the ground.
One presence appeared.
Separated, making two
alike.
Then vanished, going in
different directions.
Unlikely, to meet again.
Travelers in time.
Always seeking, never
finding,
Like a tight rope, ever
binding.
poem
by
Heather Burns
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