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Thursday, August 08, 2013

I'd

I'd fall, Fitter. it's fitting. failing to fit it all, Inside where those who've died live not alive but present. they're content to influence or try to, How I live. they've tried and I've intended to thank them. I couldn't fit them in. those thanks with all the other good and bad intentions. not dead but dying, To be outside.

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