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Feb 2012
you would chase ghosts down a narrow corridor
seeking absolution from your own regrets.  

don't think for a minute you'll find your answers there.
the love unfolds at whatever pace you are willing to set.

joy is reserved for the heart that forgives the past,
and beats itself wildly into the future.
Bruised Orange
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Bruised Orange  United States
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