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Feb 2010
After all that toil, my journey is through.
I am home, to wander no longer.

My success has born such rich rewards.
Isn't comfort what we all long for?

My skin is satisfied, but my insides itch.
Embers call for me to blaze onward.

I'm growing bored of these restless hands.
I am not content with contentment.
Cory Childs
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     Cory Childs and Joshua Phelps
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