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Dec 2012
There is nothing left,
the world is cold,
Ponderous thoughts.

Life twisted into many knots,
Today may I be so bold,
as to look over the cleft.

Lean toward the chasm,
bring a smile to my face,
say hello.

Glare into the sun of yellow,
Stare into outer space,
Care to fathom....

The rain streaks,
down my cheeks.
Clouding,
In eyes of shrouding.
Dark days are ahead,
Replacing sunny ones instead.
Till the day that I will pose the question,
what are your feelings toward me?
It will end.
M W
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M W  A desert
(A desert)   
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   barbara baum and Anon C
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