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May 2012
Second rate;
a moment too late
or too early to
be first.
Save the worst
for last because
that's all you have left --
for this heaven sent
inkling of perfection
is sick of the
tiresome wait;
the same perfection
that you'll never
have to reach my
"Golden Gate."

Judgement day
has declared
you scared and alone --
*isn't that
what you wanted
anyway?
Julia Low
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