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Aug 2015
it was January 1st,
it was August 1st.

the coldest of days,
and the hottest.

I put my life on hold,
so you could have little trinkets of victory,
and failed to collect any of my own.

I took a 5 month respite.
you couldn't even be there when I woke up.

you got your trophy.

congratulations.

the plan will fall inwards.

i still get my way every day.
you just don't see it,
but you will.
James Nigh
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