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Jan 2013
i have found an inner reality

incorruptible, immutable

soon to be repossessed

words float on my breath

but this is where i hide them

in this inner reality

for many wish to confiscate them

but they are safe here

here in the desert of my inner exile
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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Edgar Whitman Wilde
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   Sally A Bayan and victoria
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