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Mar 2013
day to day
long stretches of boring
in between the good things

we live our lives waiting
on the next something
anything

and it comes
and goes just as easily
again we wait
on the next anything

i do not know what i live for
but it is not
cold mornings
sad goodbyes
or lonely nights
maybe those things pick us

i don't mind hanging in the balance
as long as i can see you there
Blaine Genson
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