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Oct 2011
My how dreams can be
rather bleak and hazy
and altogether
misleading

But it's not exactly
all too comfortable
pacing up and down
on the same ground
until you score into
the very earth you hate
watching the dirt
rise past and over your head
until
finally
not even the light
can grace a single hair
on your defeated head.
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
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