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May 2012
You
There have been many of you
Won't give me the attention I crave
Never have, never will
That's why I picked you
A moving target
a mirage
You keep me hungry
Today will be no different
Or tomorrow or next year
My child's mind tells me to pursue
Of this, I must let go
turn away, on to something new
Zulu Samperfas
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