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EmersonLook at me for I go now, / Look before I slip to the black. / Let your eye reflect what your tongue cannot,

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Jan 22, 2012

A Cold New Zealand NightRed jagged rocks are mirrored by a calming lake, / A boy stands there, restless, shrouded in a woolly jumper, / Above his head brooding clouds echo his unsettled mood,

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Jan 20, 2012

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