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Feb 2018
Until last night I had never been alone,
  never bereft of sleep

Until last night I had never been afraid,
  never afraid to dream

Until last night my thoughts were in stone,
  indecision a foreigner sure

Until last night my will had been staid,
  my conscience both steadfast and pure

β€”until last night  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
(kurtphilipbehm.com)   
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   Khaliyah Keedah
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