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Jan 2015
Collections of repetition far too worn in to be without,
far too rooted in muscles that are not forgetters,
the kind that hold tight to the limit,
hold tight to what they know,
hard is letting go of things we know better,
letting go of hazardous misconception that muscles never think of merely hold,
until little change is ever seen,
and rarely heard,
change is not for the weak,
and not for the people that merely sleep...while awake.
Gabriel
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Gabriel  40/M/Mile high
(40/M/Mile high)   
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