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Feb 2012
I

And

Nothing more,

including my own list of fears

was put on to the fire

And pounded into gold.

If golden then stay golden

If hollow

Then walk through

The odd discovery of life.

I talk scrambled eggs

If I ever really mean anything

I mean everything to me

Selfishly.

You were just out and now.

Now look at you.
Patrick Raven
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