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Jan 2011
The clouds disenvelope the slated sky
As to heighten my fear and reverence.
We haven't quite figured this whole life out:
Too unknowing to beware imprudence.


                                                   ­                    My mind shivers, I am too scared.
                                                         ­         You rest your head, too unprepared.
                                                     ­                   She lies and sighs, not even there.
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