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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The Possible End (Sorry, this one swears.)
A dog.
A tree.
A boy.
A girl.
I pass by all.
Ignore the calls
for me.
I have only
one purpose.
One reason
to leave
my cocoon.
It's his time.
Either he stays
or he gets the Hell out.
But I won't play
his game
anymore.
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