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Black Hole I stood on the brink Of a black hole Thought about slipping inside, Wait, she held my arm gently, It’s a door to some other side. Well, let’s go be explorers, Come, let’s go for a ride, No, she said quite softly, It’s not the right time or tide, Soon it will all be unfolding We’ll feel as though we’re untied, The world like a womb full of puppies Will be birthed by an unknown bride. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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