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Feb 2013
Vote upon these unpaid choices.
What blunt charms, masks, and soliloquies
Jut the truth to distant memories?
Test the soul disguised in fantasies.

Touch can enchant the mode of a man.
Love can vanquish lost opportunity.
Look not past the air that creates new breathe.
Let these chances change you and clear the moon.

A calm, clear moon, where I can trust in you.
Quakes from river to ocean dance and then rest,
And slowly I find justice in you.
The grand act of love sweeps away pain and misery.
Heather
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