Sunday, April 11, 2010

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He wears nostalgia like cologne,
And I do not fear his embrace.
Resisting my urges of discontent
I hold on for dear sanity.

Life is before me,
But not an enlightened one.
I know Mara is unconquerable.
  His 3 daughters harass me.
I can't shake the feeling
That serenity has deserted me.

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