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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(1/30/97 THURSDAY)
WRITTEN SAME

The circle of death cowers upon
those who are inside. To be
outside only to find you can't
step in again. Is it to be that I fall
to avoid and never return or is it an
abyss that one day I may climb
up to the top only to find that every
thing has changed even myself.