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Thursday, December 16, 2004


wanderlust
a feeling of helplessness,
common and misplaced,
a fear of life
of death to take it.
Barren trees
winter comes.

Great the sunshine that passes through window panes, dead and gone as night stifles the rays,
a forgotten goal hangs before me,
must I take this path?

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