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Feb 2011
you wait,
though I am there,
you sigh,
though I am your breath,
you look,
though I am your stare,
your thoughts have hollowed a place for me,
                                                             ­              shaped me,
                                                             ­                                 shaped me
                                                              ­                                                  so I should fit.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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   Alan McClure
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