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Sep 2012
This day arises each month with an energy so convincing.
Even without the digit, the energy, so heavy, reminds me of what today will bring. Or what is
had brought rather, and what it will retain.
I wonder what the contrary remembers and hoping it was not absurd.
Right now
I need a place to go.
Exquisitely Forlorn
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