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Dec 2013
have the headaches actually ceased?

from hour to hour,
taking stock of the heart's fragility,

I seem to be at peace

but it's a strange peace
like silence after a gun is cocked

there has to be more

the end is too simple
so easily attained

the true,
final end
will be earned only
after a million trials
and a thousand puzzles

a man at peace is simply distracted.
Written by
frankie  Non-binary
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