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May 2014
If light
            can waft it's way
through slime and smoke
            to find me,
lo, a gentle
            tweaken' o' natures'
herbs and grains,
            the better for the 'morrow.

Nary a day-
            a half- in recent history
passed to then without
            the touch of sorrow.

But,
            better pain
of nightly lust-
            than the loneliness
tomorrow.
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