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unwittingly my soul approached
the event horizon of her hate
it felt the gentle tides
the ceaseless tug
the swirling of other souls sucked in
but it did not listen
not to sour words said by others
not to the whimpering solar wind
not until the fateful moment had passed
not until tidal forces began to grate
did the realization sink in
deep and sharp
amongst the all encompassing dark
that it was far, far too late

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by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright November 26, 2005

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