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Sep 2011
Trouble ahead,
underneath my bed,
heart full of led,
slight bitter dread.
let this vessel be shed,
these thoughts in my head,
a hunger fed,
no more fear bred,
all sorrow shred.
no longer to tread,
on this wavering thread;
no more thoughts in my head.
Halie Harris
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