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Jun 2016
It is a matter my dear
to unloose your head upon
your actions undivided by
thought and not consumed
by thought for tempests
are blind and empowered
by you and as you breathe
the clouds breathe and
extract some part of you
and as you break
the storm fortifies and you collapse,
you are heaved into the thunder
of the storm, for like rain
you have become
and like rain you shall remain.
B Wasserman
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B Wasserman  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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