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June 1, 2009

Words on Monday

More often than not
the little things
end up
growin so big
that the weight
of firmer plans
and endless expectations
find themselves
emptied out
and left alone.

Over and over and over
I find myself
so very responsible
for where I am
to the point
that I
fear
ladies won’t ever
get to meet
my GENTLEman.

Air
never felt so good.
Lungs never felt more
necessary.

There is more work
to be done
on the me project.

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