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Apr 2014
Getting good at
this life game.
Quit running fast
when I realized that we are all headed to the same place.
And there is some
victory in that notion.
Like the victory that swells inside a wave and then bursts in one roaring crescendo.
Casually reducing my body to
foam and sea shells.
While the birds circle overhead.
And someone turns a page in this big book
JC Moyao
Written by
JC Moyao  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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