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Jan 2013
Looking for freedom
I think I’ve found it
Now where’s the courage?

Soft aching
Slowly ebbing
Ah sweet peace

But now my mind -
Tangle, warp, torture.
So I follow it
Into the downward
As it goes viral
Drop down
Blow up
Sigh through

Always
Will it ever stop?
I fear not.
Alexandra of Old
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Alexandra of Old
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   ---, --- and Mary Holz
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