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Aug 2014
Sometimes I sit in the park
I die in the dark
And I long for you

I hear whispers in my ear
Once again I'm screaming

Oh wait!  No, I'm screaming in happy thought

A process to ponder
A process to grow from

Can I express myself even if it's black, mystic and spew

I am a po-et
Po-et-ing
Po-et-ic
Rachel Layne
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Rachel Layne
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