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Jul 2015
Letting go of ideas.
The one's I couldn't tame.
The ones that overtook me, that ran wildly insane.
Raise my hands in defeat and curse the gods for this pain.
I can only imagine what I'm predisposed to see.
Watch the world through curtains like watching people on the street.
Peeking through a crack, trying to remain unseen.
Written by
Bernard Ohare  Canada
(Canada)   
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