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Mar 2013
8
it is when I close my eyes and
listen to concertos I'll never play,
imagining successes that never will be
and loves that will never be loved,
that I realize
that I do not control the universe.
I merely wrap myself in its nebulae
and breathe in its star dust
Michelle BG
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Michelle BG  Arizona
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