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Oct 2012
as you whined
for the climb
got only harder
so you'd barter
your soul
with the devil
to try and make it
when you'd fake it
in the silence of it all
and the wavering call
to the shores far away
as they'd always say
you'd belonged in another land.  far from this one.  you were lost out here, wandering aimlessly toward whatever you thought there was a purpose in.
Sal Gelles
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