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Sep 2013
the sun will rise tomorrow

and the next day

and the next

and the next,

over and over

and over again,

continuous, cyclic

forever.

too bad to you it’s

positive. so positive.

for it speaks of

ageless tremors and

never ending fears.

it talks of not caring of

my woes, laughing at

my pain.

and it does on

and the next day

and the next day

forever.
bekha l kershaw
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