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Oct 2012
To elusive, to elusive a possession

This human identity, this love

To emulate the poet in justification

To imesh my mind in insoluble difficulties

To find strange colored images there

And yet with such derangement

A loving dispensation pours forth upon me

Extinguishing all else and restores

Stability to a battered self in awe and wonder
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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