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Jul 2016
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I collected my fears in a jar,
set them on the window sill and
watched as the sun melted them
into a mass of gelatinous doubt

Then spread them on my toast
and consumed them -  
before they consumed me
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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