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Dec 2014
There is a forgotten woodland
or a bluff overlooking the lake
I was meant to meet this evening,
but I didn't.
And I can feel the ropes of fate,
elastic as they have proven to be,
pulling on my heart's disguise
in angst.
Steven Hutchison
Written by
Steven Hutchison  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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