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Jan 2013
Formless, weightless, dormant, empty
Floating, waiting in the womb of a dying hope
Calm, and still before the twitch of life jars this vessel awake
Eyes so hopeful, young, and innocent

Beautiful naivety and curiosity brings this form to life
How very human how very fragile and oh so broken
Such an intricate web of compulsive complexities
Just give this time to grow before you reach inside; let its hope mature

I am formless, I am weightless here

I am dormant, I am empty here
Dave
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