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Jan 2014
Morning in the dark of winter
long before the sun could rise
I am awake and itching to see the Earth
To go outside and breathe in stifling air
that only stifles if you expect it to
and it's awfully quite funny to pretend
and it's terribly amusing to ignore
until outside, and you wonder,
What is the pretense for?
Feeling Real
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