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May 2015
Sit still,

          amidst the quiet.


Let expanses of space
                                            and time
                                                                           pass your eye.
Connect

   the dots and

           trace carefully the


stars
                     that reflect
and refract

                                     your hopes.

                                            Bright lights,

wearisome nights,
                       a book or two.


Deep
   thoughts,
                              weather-beaten
                                                   panes

mirroring

   intertwined ways.


                          Divided by social

                                                  rejections and

personal

               imperfections.


         Wasting time
                                       buying
                                                           carelessness
                                                                                          to spare.
                                               An
                        excessive
    supply of
                        
                         confused
                                              but attempted
                      
                                 sorted thoughts.

Brought on,

                 begot
                        by none but
                                                      the heavens
                                                        
                                                          and

                                                                       unknown
                                                                          witnesses.


                                                                                                    A wispy haze
                                                                of broken
                                   hours and

                                                      long-gone
                                                                  days.
courtney
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courtney
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     Phil Lindsey, ajit peter and hannah
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