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Sep 2013
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She understood him
for what he was.

There he sat,
weary of
so much thinking
about the
complicated affairs
in life.

He really felt happy
only when
he was listening to music
or making music himself.

She was devoted to him,
but he was well aware
that this devotion
was not free.
Blackout Poetry
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   Zoe, mc, Timothy and Elizabeth Paxton
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