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Oct 2017
Can't fix what ain't broke.
Be it the mind or the body
you can't find what isn't lost.
Just crave lucidity
in action and thought.
The things that can't be bought
will find you before you know it
and the things that can --
disappear with only the tracing emptiness
of pencil or pen to paper
fingers to keyboard
or mouth to bottle.
Ivy Leigh
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