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Jun 2014
and then I heard, it through the whispers of the wind
and imagined myself there
all the places I dreamed of appeared
a new life begins
I can now pull the hurting arrows from my heart
feed them to the fire
hear them reduced to ash,deposit them heretofore
no more doubt, step with pride, I am me, reborn
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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