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My longing runs deepest When I hear the baying Of that 3 a.m. train… People only write manifestos When they feel threatened And here is mine I won’t fall prey to the ways Of your fabricated stakes Filled with worry without warrant The path I walk will always be obscure But it is mine now

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Published: Aug 8, 2010
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