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Sep 2013
A promise.
A hope.
A possibility.
A goal.

I strive to give it, I fail.
I long to experience it, I lose.
I think I can find it....
I morph.

A Greyhound chasing the bunny,
A fish biting the hook,
A runner gaining no ground,
An empty treadmill....moving so, so fast.

"Unconditionally"
A myth.
Deb Morgan
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