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May 2013
nothing to say, not today.
my notebooks are blank.
my conscience isn't clear.
let this be another day wasted.
another sequence of hours,
so soon to be forgotten.

nothing to say about today,
nothing worth writing.
no imblance of emotion.
no observation or commotion.
just another quiet day.
Leah
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