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Sep 2012
Here I am
On the precipice
Somewhere I have never been
Somewhere I swore I would never go

Like the green of a newly lit morning is bright and bold
My spirit is newly bathed in a somber glow
Bright in indignity bold in bareness
Rearing for strength
To heal
To grow
Lydia
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